(Kr) There was a little boy at the Cheesecake Factory with a blow-up dog, ya see.
(Ke) Mmmmmhmmmmm . . .
(Kr) He was playing with it and I thought I'd have a fun moment with him and make him feel special like his puppy was real. What kid doesn't like that, right?
(Ke) Right, right . . .
(Kr) So, I said, "Can I pet your doggy?", expecting him to engage me and share the puppy's name and all that. In my head, it was going to be adorable.
(Ke) Still with ya . . .
(Kr) He screams, "NO!!" at the top of his lungs and looks at his parents like I was trying to kidnap him. So, basically, I'm the resident creepy plastic-puppy petter.
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