Hey all! I know it's been a long time since I've posted, but it's been a busy summer. Not to worry, though; in the midst of the chaos there have been some Dog-worthy moments. One happened today at Target (which is what I get for going to Target during the back-to-school bonanza). I'm preparing for my final adventure before heading back to school -- a trip to Colorado to see my friends and their new adorable little guy. So like any doting friend, I stopped by the store to get some presents. After taking the childless walk of shame through the strange and mysterious baby aisle (why is it that babies need more stuff than I did in my first three apartments combined?) I made my way to the cashier. I ended up in line behind a mother and a daughter who insisted on ringing up their identical items separately (seriously, they bought the same shirts and unmentionables and everything). Finally, it was my turn. I laid down my items and politely greeted the cashier. The following conversation ensued:
Cashier: So, where's your little guy?
Me: Denver.
Cashier: (crickets chirping)
Me: It's not my kid.
Cashier: (look of understanding dawns on his face, proceeds to ring up my items during the awkward silence)
It was worth it, though -- I'm off to the mountains!
Cashier: So, where's your little guy?
Me: Denver.
Cashier: (crickets chirping)
Me: It's not my kid.
Cashier: (look of understanding dawns on his face, proceeds to ring up my items during the awkward silence)
It was worth it, though -- I'm off to the mountains!
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