I dashed hobbled into 10Box on Saturday, on an unexpected whim (as opposed to an EXPECTED whim, heh, heh!), to buy scratchers from the lottery machine. Buying tickets was not the whim, just the location. That story will be told on my not-so-secret blog. The point is that I was in 10Box that day without a plan, and saw an unusual sight.
I was scanning winners into the right-side machine when I saw the purple-haired checker out of the corner of my eye. She wasn't checking, but walking across the end of the conveyor behind me.
"OHHH! Can I pet?"
"Only if you want to lose a finger! Heh, heh! I'm just joking. Yes, you can pet."
I turned to see Purple Hair petting a small dog standing in the bottom of the grocery cart. He was about the size of my little Jack, but not as long. His coloring was black and tan. Black body, brown feet, short fur. I couldn't see his head or face because Purple Hair was leaning over talking to him.
"He's thinking, 'Get away from me, you weirdo!' He's so cute!"
I have no idea why there was a DOG in 10Box! They don't sell pets, just pet food and toys. They don't have a sign welcoming or banning support dogs or animals. I've never seen a critter in there before. Yet here was a lady pushing a small dog around in a grocery cart! I couldn't help but wonder if it hurt his feet to stand on the woven metal that comprised the bottom of the cart.
Just another chocolate from the box of life in Hillmomba!
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