I gotta get it off my chest, and I'm too embarrassed to tell family/friends.
I'm driving down the street and see a guy walking the same direction as me.
He's heading towards a dog tied to a bike rack at a bank/store parking lot.
The dog has been barking and trying like hell to get loose, well he finally slips out of his leash and goes at the dude.
Guy squares his feet and throws his fists up, I hit the corner and don't know what happened after.
I was in tears, and I still laugh thinking about it.
But I feel ashamed that I laugh about it too.
So that makes it a little better right?
I'm driving down the street and see a guy walking the same direction as me.
He's heading towards a dog tied to a bike rack at a bank/store parking lot.
The dog has been barking and trying like hell to get loose, well he finally slips out of his leash and goes at the dude.
Guy squares his feet and throws his fists up, I hit the corner and don't know what happened after.
I was in tears, and I still laugh thinking about it.
But I feel ashamed that I laugh about it too.
So that makes it a little better right?
