So as part of my dog-sitting duties I walked the dog-substitute around the neighborhood. Whilst doing so, I crossed paths with a bum. He was digging through garbage bins collecting cans.
He sees me walking the dog.
"Mornin'" he says.
"Hi there," I say back. And then I keep walking.
This guy was stealing people's trash, I was walking a dog, but somehow he had the upper hand in the "respectability" category.
While walking away I realized this, so I turned around and yelled "You know, it's not my dog."
It would not be the last time I said that during this walk.
That is all.
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