This is the best image I have our our hippo. His dancing during I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas had the audience rolling.
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Here is the experience I had trying to return shoes at a locally owned shoe store.
Me: "I would like to return these boots."
Girl: (Slight Hispanic accent, late teens. Inspects the bottoms of the boots.) "Have you worn these?"
Me: "Nope."
Girl: (Picking a couple pieces of dog hair off the suede bottoms of the boots.) "Cat?" "Are you sure you haven't worn these?"
Me: (Admittedly slightly sarcastic.) "Well, I tried them on in my house. I do have a dog."
Girl: "And you didn't walk around in them?"
Me: (A little more sarcastic.) "A little in my living room." pause "Dogs sometimes shed on the carpet."
Girl: "You tried them on near your dog?!"
Me: (Thinking - Yeah and they peed all over them. That's why I am returning them. They smell like dog piss.) Outloud - "They do live in my house." (nicely) "Why, do you have a problem with me trying on the shoes I bought in my house?"
Girl: "No, just wondering."
Five minutes later.
Her: (after I said the name of my street, including the word street.) "Strive? What's that?"
Me: "That would be street."
Her: "Oh sorry, I am out of it today."
Yeesh. What a great sales associate she was.
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