Who's Walking Who Here?
I have two Basset Hounds and they're heavy, low to the ground, and like to pull me to whatever scent they've caught on to. Often you get the wise-cracking old man "Who's walking who here eh?" It's not funny and never will be. But this next story is probably the truest incarnation of this stupid cliche dad joke I've ever seen in person.
I was about to get to my turn going back to work but then I saw a large dog about a block and a half in front of me running pretty fast across the street. My first thought was that it had gotten loose but then a second later I see an older, heavy set man running full speed after it. I continued straight towards the action to see if I could help. When I got closer I saw that the dog was on a leash but it was pulling the shit out of the guy who could barely keep up. He was doing all he could to not let go or fall on his face. They both rapidly left my field of view. Once I turned the corner I saw the man and dog walking normally. I was curious as to why the dog had just been running like a bat out of hell then I saw two little dogs in a fenced yard on the corner they just passed. Poor guy almost ate shit getting pulled by that horse of a dog.
A Bad Tattoo Can't Be Fixed With Beans & Rice
I had just came out of one of my favorite restaurants La Patria after some lovely Mexican dinner. It's really good but it's in a kind of rough part of town. It's on the corner of a busy intersection on the north end of town where the street turns into a freeway. There's a gas station across the street and a bus stop that attracts some colorful characters.
I step out side and holding the door for my girlfriend, Meg and I see a youngish skinny woman with a dog on a leash. She's wearing a puffy jacket and a beanie on top of her long brown hair. She walks right off the sidewalk towards the entrance where I'm standing with the door open and in a sort of drug induced haze sort of pauses as if to wait for me to hold the door for her so she can go inside. Instead she mumbles and then asks me "are you.. . you... Are you open" I'm like "uhhh yea they are open" But I knew full well that she wasn't actually wanting to go into the restaurant because she was probably just a panhandler and she had a dog with her. Then she raises her hand up to me. She has her phone in her hand almost putting it in my face. I was prepared for her to ask if I had spare change or say her phone was dead and needed to use mine. Meg is taking to the waitress inside still so I close the door and I'm standing here and she keeps engaging with me. She raises her hand up to me more and starts showing me the shitty tattoo on the back of her hand. I notice that it's a skull face. Eyes, nose and the upper teeth but no actual outline and it sort of wraps around the outside to the top of the wrist. I'm sort of trapped between her and the entrance and I'm still not sure what she wants. Then she starts explaining how she got it at a party while she was 'hella drunk' and wants to get it finished or touched up. Ahh now I get it. She thinks that this is a tattoo shop and that I work here. She's asking if I can help her with her shitty, alcohol induced bad decision tattoo. I kinda laughed to myself with this realization and told her "Um, this is a Mexican restaurant" she almost fell into busy traffic when she stumbled backwards, squinting to get a better look at the businesses we were standing in front of. "oooooooooohhh this isn't the tattoo place?" I informed her that there was a tattoo shop just a couple blocks down. This is when Meg came out finally. The chick asks "oh which way was it?" I pointed. "oh ok thanks" then her and her dog stumbled off down the street.
I step out side and holding the door for my girlfriend, Meg and I see a youngish skinny woman with a dog on a leash. She's wearing a puffy jacket and a beanie on top of her long brown hair. She walks right off the sidewalk towards the entrance where I'm standing with the door open and in a sort of drug induced haze sort of pauses as if to wait for me to hold the door for her so she can go inside. Instead she mumbles and then asks me "are you.. . you... Are you open" I'm like "uhhh yea they are open" But I knew full well that she wasn't actually wanting to go into the restaurant because she was probably just a panhandler and she had a dog with her. Then she raises her hand up to me. She has her phone in her hand almost putting it in my face. I was prepared for her to ask if I had spare change or say her phone was dead and needed to use mine. Meg is taking to the waitress inside still so I close the door and I'm standing here and she keeps engaging with me. She raises her hand up to me more and starts showing me the shitty tattoo on the back of her hand. I notice that it's a skull face. Eyes, nose and the upper teeth but no actual outline and it sort of wraps around the outside to the top of the wrist. I'm sort of trapped between her and the entrance and I'm still not sure what she wants. Then she starts explaining how she got it at a party while she was 'hella drunk' and wants to get it finished or touched up. Ahh now I get it. She thinks that this is a tattoo shop and that I work here. She's asking if I can help her with her shitty, alcohol induced bad decision tattoo. I kinda laughed to myself with this realization and told her "Um, this is a Mexican restaurant" she almost fell into busy traffic when she stumbled backwards, squinting to get a better look at the businesses we were standing in front of. "oooooooooohhh this isn't the tattoo place?" I informed her that there was a tattoo shop just a couple blocks down. This is when Meg came out finally. The chick asks "oh which way was it?" I pointed. "oh ok thanks" then her and her dog stumbled off down the street.
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