There's a trend in our neighborhood of girls leaving the bathroom together. Single-occupancy bathrooms. This titillates the men. They giggle and point. Curiously, afterward, the bathroom is smoke free. Hmm.
We met a friend's new girlfriend recently. The two of them have the exact same speech patterns. Their sentences stop in the same places and trail off in the same way. So I asked her, "Are you from the Midwest?" (He is.) She nodded.
It's probably a sign they're well suited to each other. The similar speech, that is.
On the way home from dinner tonight, I patted several dogs, including:
A yellow Lab who liked to sit on the sidewalk after his snack, i.e., "rest and digest."
A foxy dog who licked me on the nose and forehead.
We shared an elevator in our building with a chihuahua that I never dare to pat because he's got a fierce bark on him. Even when he sniffed my legs, I held still. The dog's not much bigger than my hand but his demeanor says, "Don't f*ck with me, man. I'll make mincemeat of you."