I went to see a room this afternoon and a miniature King Charles spaniel ran up to me right as I entered.
I obviously couldn’t help myself and probably spent good 10 minutes neglecting the other tenants.
Once I realized my excitement had taken a better of me, I looked up at the guys and said: “sorry, dogs get preferential treatment, even if it’s human hands where my fate lies”.
They laughed, taking sarcasm for charm.
No human’s worth the aggravation. That's ancient history. been there, done that.
And here’s a lesson to you, kids. You’ll never go wrong flattering a proud parent’s ego.
I got the room.
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