I ran into Meth Molly1 while walking Harley last night. I was near Starbucks, talking to a pug-owner.
The pug was busy sniffing.
Harley was busy ignoring.
Meth Molly turned the corner and was startled by my dog:
Molly (to the dog): “Ack! What the FUCK is your big ass doing out here? You needs to be home!”
Molly then stumbles off. Pug owner gives me a freaked out look. Like, “is she going to cut me?”
Me: “Welcome to the neighborhood!”
1 Meth Molly aka, the local semi-homeless druggie.