An elderly lady walked out of my office building as I crossed the parking lot. She stared at me as I neared her, and I realized that she was trying to read my shirt.
Me: It says Never Walk Alone.
Her: Oh, that’s a very good idea.
I turned around to show her the back.
Me: It’s a dog-walking shirt. It’s not where you walk, it’s who walks with you.
Her: I walked with my husband for fifty years.
Me: Do you have a dog?
Her: No, I have a cat.
Me: You should get a dog.
Her: We had three cats. The neighbor’s dog ate two of them. He said, “Maybe a coyote got them.” I said, “No, a black dog got them.” My neighbor had a black dog.
Me: So I guess you’re not a dog person…