It must be the Weekend of Overhearing Ridiculous Things. Yesterday I was stepping off the escalator in Nordstrom and saw a woman holding a small dog wearing a sweater over its pink fur. This woman had run into an acquaintance and greeted her, then said "And this is my son, Playboy!" while holding up the pink-furred, sweatered dog for her to see.
I did a double-take to ascertain: was she actually talking about the dog? And since I couldn't see any other person who she could possibly be referring to when mentioning her "son," I had to draw the conclusion that she was.
Hmmm. Whatever.
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Playboy!? That's what you would name your dog, aka, "son"?! PLAYBOY!? I think you should have waltzed over with Evan and said, "Oh my gosh, i didn't mean to eavesdrop, but did you just say your son's name is "Playboy?" So IS MINE!!!" Okay, maybe it just sounds funny in my head.
Amy - I only wish I would have thought of that! That would have been funny. I think I was too stunned to come up with a witty response.
there are so many things wrong with that. the pink fur, the sweater, the name. what the heck!
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