The other day, I went to visit a friend. After parking, I got out of the car and then I got out my baby. My dog, Potato, got himself out of the car, and stood by my feet. My friend came out to help me with the baby and to fetch the lunch I’d brought because she was hungover. It was all incredibly relaxed and pleasant, until a car pulled up alongside us and the woman driving yelled, “WATCH OUT FOR YOUR DOG, YOU DUMB BITCH.”
Panicked, I looked down, assuming that Potato had uncharacteristically run into the road, but no, he was still right by my feet, as he always is. The woman then drove off at speed, leaving my friend and I completely flabbergasted. I did offer a…
