Occasionally, my desire to encourage people and help them see the positive side of things makes things awkward.
"Oh, my dog is fifteen years old too," the woman smoking out in front of her brownstone says after Coco, outraged at her overfamiliarity, barks her dry, coughing bark. "The vet says she won't live too much longer."
"Well, I hope she lasts you through the holidays," I say cheerfully before walking quickly away with my smile dripping down my face.
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