"Don't worry, he's nice," smiles a preteen girl with a dog that has come over to sniff my butt.
"I'm not worried but I don't like dogs," I reply as my kids scream in the car and I fight with my 3 wheeled stroller to work just one more time.
"Oh, but he's real friendly. He won't hurt you."
"Yes, but I'm UNFRIENDLY AND I MAY JUST HURT HIM!" I spat with a jump and clenched fists.
She made the most horrified expression and ran (I mean ran) away and for some odd reason the whole exchange put me in the best mood all morning.