A man came to my register a few days ago and he had The Look. Ladies, you know what I mean. The Look is the half-smile, half-sneer of a man who has finally decided to stop procrastinating. He has concluded that he has been nagged enough and he’s going to do what the significant female in his life has been asking him to do over and over again for the past several days… weeks… perhaps months. He bought a dozen or so cans of dog food, a bag of kibble and several bags of rawhide dog treats. Not a morsel of people food, just canine supplies. I commented, “It looks like you’re going to be greeted by a wagging tail when you get home.”
He just nodded and with a sigh of resignation, said, “Yeah. She called to remind me,” then he added. “Never give a dog a cell phone.”