Nyboy
Garden Master
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A client I will call Sally just came in. Sally is a very regal woman, hair makeup and nails always flawless, dressed like she just stepped out out a fashion show. Right behind Sally a young man in his 20s with a lab on a flexi lead came in. He sat down and immediately started txing on his phone, not paying any attention to his dog. Sally was wearing a jacket and matching skirt most likely Chanel. As Sally bent over to write out her check the lab stuck his head under her skirt, he either licked or sniffed her, she let out a scream and leaped about 5 feet. The guy with a panicked look said' it was the dog, it was the dog I swear" it was the dog. I really tried my best not to laugh, my lip is bleeding from biting it. I could not help it, I would think I got it under control look at Sally and just start laughing again. This went on for several minutes, Sally finally said to me it's not that funny! I replied maybe not from your side of the desk, but from mine it is. I had to leave the room to get control. I came back with her dog and couldn't look at her. The whole time lab owner sat silent red faced looking at floor. I think I am going to send Sally flowers. I can't remember the last time I laughed so much.