On the other side of my truck was a white van, the kind that many of the service companies use for their employees. Standing between it and my door was a guy, probably in his mid 50s with salt and pepper hair. He had a big grin on his face and appeared to be very friendly. I expected him to greet me with a comment about the great weather or the new cooler I just bought.
His grin got even wider as he started to speak in his best Southern English:
"I got a good bird dawg I'll trade ya fer that purty lady in the truck there," he said, motioning towards Lisa.
I must admit. I was stunned. I didn't know how to react. I didn't know whether to laugh or get mad or to punch him or just to get in and lock the door. So, I said the only thing that came to mind, "No thanks. She's trained too well."
The look on my face told Lisa something was wrong. She immediately asked. I told her, "I can't decide if it's me or you or both of us but one of us has been violated."
Just goes to show there are fewer and fewer limits on what people will say in this world these days. I'm still not sure how I should have responded. But if any of you are looking for a good bird dog, I know just how you can get one...