My
friend mentioned to me that if the dogs should somehow escape that they’ll run
to a neighbor’s house, for the neighbor was prone to feed them chicken. Sure
enough, that’s where I found them. They were barking at her gate. The lady was
in a tizzy when I walked up. She was trying to hold back her dogs, and greet
the yappy dogs that had escaped.
She
was an older skinny lady. She was wearing a pair of blue short pants that
displayed her rail thin legs.
“Hi
my name is Anthony.”
“Don’t
you have control of those dogs?”
“Not
really.”
“You’ve
got to control them!”
I
felt myself ready to anger with her comment, but I didn’t fall into the trap
and decided to charm her instead. I gave her the soft eyes and wit, mixed with
some honesty and pinch of humility, by the end of the conversation the chicken
lady was mine.
“You’re such a handsome young man,” she said to me before I departed.
Thank you chicken lady.
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