Dogs were allowed in the outside seating area of the
diner. Someone had brought what might
have been Pomeranian-demon mix, that yapped at Mojo.
Mojo raised his head, stared at the little mutt with a look
equal parts boredom and contempt, and went back to snoozing.
The little dog turned circles in frustration.
Talmadge reached down to pat Mojo. “Little dog reminds me of
my son-in-law, always mad I won’t drink with him. I don’t even answer him
anymore.”
“I’ve tried to stop arguing online,” I said. “I’m happier when I don’t.”
“I had to block my cousin,” Epiphany said. “I don’t think capybara
are the chicken of the future, and I’m not investing in a giant rodent farm.
Done arguing with her.”
Today I’ll try to avoid pointless arguments.
Fawlty Showers 2
is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone you
might know is purely coincidental.
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