Dog on a Hot Black Leash

One fine, but abnormally hot evening, I was walking our dog, Russet, and happened across a 50-ish, brown-haired woman walking her respective dog. She observed Russet walking sluggishly and voiced her observation. I defended him and clarified, “He’s taking it easy because it’s hot.” To which she added, “Yeah, he’s like, ‘Fuck that shit!’”

Umm…That was not the particular interpretation I was expecting, ma’am. I literally just met you. I’m not sure why you think it’s OK to drop an F-bomb right in my face, without reservation, without regard for common decency.

But about 10 seconds after walking away from our interaction, I thought, Kudos to you, ma’am. You get me; you speak my language. I appreciate that. Good evening, indeed.