For the first time in a few weeks, I’ve finally had time to go work with my old roommate, Kathleen, at her cooking classes at our art center. So, we got out of class later, like 5, and we’re in this gas station parking lot buying cigarettes. Notice now that although she is the one with a job I am the only one who can afford a smoking habit. Has to do with gas, I suppose. So this dog comes down the street with some dude one a leash (the dog’s on the leash) and Kathleen starts flipping her shit that this dog look EXACTLY like her old dog, Synadai. So naturally, she actually starts CALLING for the damn dog. We stood there in the effing cold for ten minutes calling for a dog she knows is not hers that died about six years ago.
Needless to say, I didn’t even stop for ice cream after that. We just went home.