Chepooka asks, then I think…
… then I take aspirin for the headache … (ow)
I ponder often, (and I did tonight waiting for some lady to pay me for the food her kids were already scarfing down in the next room):
Why is it, when your dog is humping away at my leg, you take the time to tell me he’s a friendly sort, instead of pulling him off me before I crack my maglite against his head?
I’m kidding. I’d crack my maglight against your head.
But then, I’m a violent & malnurtured sort.