We first ran into Sassy Sue, the local foul-mouthed fourth grader. Sue came down the sidewalk on her bike:
Sassy Sue: “Are the dogs scared of bikes?”
Me: “I guess we’ll find out.”
Sassy Sue: “Oh hell nah!”
Me: “What did you say?”
Sassy Sue (getting off bike): That answer was unacceptable!”
I then ran into a pack of kids coming out of a youth center across the street.
Moe (barking): “Look at those dogs!”
Larry: “WHY ARE YOU BARKING?! You crazy?”
Moe: “Hey Mister! Can I have one of your dogs?”
Curly: “NO! A dog bit me once…”
I chuckle, and keep walking away from the kids. A minute later I bump into Grannie Mae:
Grannie Mae: “Oh my! Them is dog-dogs!”
Me: “Cat-dogs were too expensive.”
Grannie Mae: “I see. Well there is no mistaking those are dog-dogs!”
I love Minnesota.