I met a girl today in my apartment complex who was walking her dog. The dog was a French Bulldog (so she told me) and he only had three legs. I’ve seen her walking this dog a few times before and I’ve never stopped to say hello, but today the dog came up to me and starting humping my leg, so I felt like the time was right to break the ice.
I said, “Wow, this really brings back the memories.”
She pulled him off of me and laughed. “You have a dog?”
I said, “No, but I did some hard time a few years back.”
She looked at me kind of shocked.
“Just kidding. I’m Fletcher. I live in 1305.”
We talked for a while about her dog (François). He didn’t lose his leg in Nam, he was born that way. The girl’s name was Polly. She was not super hot by any means but I told her I’d see her around. And that if François wants to hump me again, he’d better buy me dinner first.