This morning, at the new local foreign gourmet confectionery sandwich coffee shop, I was cut in line by two latethirtiesearlyfourtisomething yoga moms talking about how Great Danes are wonderful with children. When it was time for them to order, or perhaps after one had ordered and the other had not yet, the lady behind the counter confusing which, the two of them looked at me and my imposed patient smirk with doeish eyes, the brights of my smug disdain stopping them in their chattering tracks. With that look of special questioning that feigned ignorance, or truly believing it, flashing across their wide-sets, they pleaded for a proper tip of the hat. I gave none, instead fixing my own upon the shop girl, screwed them up cross-wise so she could let out a giggle.
4 comments:
when did you become such an asshole?
those women, though, they seem like assholes too.
I bet the great dane really is sweet
Who said I'm great with kids?
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