We all have that experience where the awesome snappy comeback pops into our heads hours later. I also sometimes have so many snappy comebacks on the tip of my tongue, I scare myself. So, like, I'm walking my dog around the block, and a man walks by on our right, and says with deep disapproval, "Could you move your dog?" My on-leash dog is about 8" wide (yes, I measured). I am wider, but this is Washington Avenue. Plenty of room for my hips, and other life forms.
So here's what I didn't say:
"What's the magic word?"
"I believe that's pronounced "EXKYOOZE ME."
"Why, yes, I could - would you like me to?"
Quite honestly, I could go on like this at ridiculous length, but I am very excited that the whole thing didn't put me out of sorts and cause me to breathe fire, so I'm stopping now. And I'm going to sleep like a baby and never think of it again.
My dog, with his superior social skills, veered left out of Mr. Grumpy Pants's path in response to a slight hand gesture. Mr. G.P. presumably went on to disapprove of much else in the category 'Things on Feet."
Sunday, November 13, 2011
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It's better that you wrote it down for all of us to enjoy and Mr. GP does no get the pleasure of your wit.
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