Rant & Raves

This is based on true story.

The other day I brought Fluffy to do his regular grooming. As I went in to the groomer’s place, there was this girl followed me into the shop, holding a long-hair Shih Tzu. Without thinking much, I took off Fluffy’s collar, his Adidog (not Adidas) shirt, and set him on the floor to explore the place.

Fluffy has been to that place many times so he was just exploring, sniffing out other dogs, and just being himself.

The girl (I will call her Z since I don’t know her name) went to that place for dog grooming as well, so she chatted with the groomer a bit while I was playing with Fluffy and the groomer’s dog (Golden Retriever. I am a sucker for Golden Retriever). Z then asked the groomer what time her Shih Tzu will be done, and the groomer told her it would take about two hours.

She was about to set off, but suddenly decided to stay in the shop. She started to play with the Golden Retriever, and then she started telling me about her Shih Tzu and how she’s taking care of the furkid while her sister is away on oversea trip. I answered her politely, and I continued playing with the Golden Retriever. Then, she started to massage the Goldie in a slow soft way, stroke the Goldie, scratched his ears, all the while throwing me a few glances and gave me a smile.

Yes, she was definitely giving me THE LOOK.

You know, THE LOOK like saying, “Hey handsome, wanna have tea together?” or “Hey hottie, you available?”

I threw her this look: o_O

I kept quiet for a few more minutes, because I didn’t want to be rude. The Goldie was very comfortable and he actually felt asleep on the floor. It was quiet, except some background music playing and the shaver that the groomer was operating. She threw me glances and gave me the seductive smile.

Finally, I stood up, and I said, “You know, under normal circumstances few years ago, I would have asked you out for coffee downstairs, but I am attached, so I am sorry.”

At first, she gave me this look: O.O

Then, the expression changed to: -.-”

I heard a loud thud, so I turned and I saw the groomer on the floor, sideway, pressing his stomach as if he has been shot in the stomach. But instead of groaning in pain, he was laughing and kicking on the floor. Then his assistant was wiping her eyes from the tears she shed, and the dogs, well, you don’t want to know about the dogs.

I collected myself, and informed the groomer that I would go for coffee and would pick up Fluffy afterwards, and the groomer said, “Hahaha…O…hahahaha…k….hahahahaha”

I left that place, and went for my daily dose of java to satisfy my caffein addiction. Man, how I can’t live without my coffee. But that’s another story for another day.

Guess I have read the signal wrongly.

PS: Actually the story is only partially true. The rest is made up by me.