DUNKIN’ DONUTS

I was browsing on my iPhone, and enjoying my food when I could not help notice what was strolling towards me. As Yogi Berra said if you observe you will see a lot and I saw an elderly woman with a bouffant hairdo, wearing too tight Capri pants and spiked heels leading a hairy little Yorkie, wearing a 14 karat fake gold collar and attached to a matching leash.

They both disappeared into the ladies room. I wondered what the hell was going on in there. My curiosity got the best of me and when they finally came out I gave her my charm smile, as I did not want to be taken as a wise-ass, and I asked her which one had to go, was it her or the pooch. “Oh he always accompanies me,” she said with a flirty smile, appearing glad to have a man’s attention, any man, even an old fart like me.

She didn’t mind that I picked up on the gender of the Yorkie and l asked if he wasn’t embarrassed being among the ladies doing their business. “Oh no,” she answered “and now we are leaving and I will find a nice spot in the grass for him to do his business.”