Tuesday, August 21, 2012


We were at dinner on Saturday night, and next to us was a table with four people (two couples) who looked to be in their late sixties.

Both of the men had gruff, decades-of-smoking voices, and one was telling a story about his dog, who he said had been in such ill health that he'd had to put him down.

Here's how he ended the story: "As I drove to the vet, the whole time I was thinking, 'There's a lot of people I'd rather take to the vet than this dog.'"

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