[J and
leadinglabbie are
finishing an early dinner. Both chose the salad bar, necessitating a walk through much of the restaurant.]
L: I don't know what paralegals make but--
[Stranger approaches table. J will later observe that he is wearing a shirt that suggests he is affiliated with a fairly well-recognized division of the university.]
Stranger: Excuse me, but how much do you feed your puppy under the table?
L: Uh...nothing. She doesn't get to eat anything here. [Internally: Please don't be a PETA nut; I couldn't deal with that today.]
S: How old is she?
L [wanting him to go away]: Three.
S: My wife thought she was a puppy. I said that couldn't be right. I really like Shepherds. But myself, I have wolves. The one I have now...I got him from Florida, and he's over 3/4 wolf. He's at least as tall as this table.
J and L: ???
S: Where was she trained?
L: The Seeing Eye, in New Jersey.
S: That's great. I'm some big important person with the Lions Club, and we just bought one for this man nearby who...got blind.
J and L: ???
S [to J]: Are you Mom?
J and L: No.
S: Just a friend?
J and L: Yes.
S: Wow! Then you're doing a great job too!
[L pretends to find her almost empty plate an object of great interest.]
J: It's not much of a job to sit here, smoke a cigarette, and drink a beer.
s: ???