A Problem To Be Licked
(I’m with my 90-pound dog on the couch, asking if he recognizes names.)
Me: “Who’s mommy?”
Dog: *smacks me in the face with a fist sized paw, then licks me in the face*
Me: “That is not how you show me who I am! STOP LICKING ME!”
Question of the Week
Have you ever met a customer who thought the world revolved around them?
