I went bike riding with a friend at 7:30 am. It took nearly 45 minutes to arrive at the seafood shop.
We intended to buy fresh shrimp.
Since I had to go inside I removed the dog from his front bicycle basket then tied him up up to their porch railing.
Looking bewildered, Harley dog climbed up into their rocking chair outside so he could have a better glimpse through the window what we were up to inside.
When I handed over a hand woven basket lined with a flimsy garbage bag and asked for some ice for the shrimp purchase, the fishmonger looked askance at my basket and said "THIS is your cooler?"
I said well the dog and I came by bicycle and that's the rear basket for carrying it home.
"You brought a dog?"
"Yes. He rode in the front basket. He's the little mutt outside sitting in your rocking chair."
I wonder why I get such strange stares from people.
Life is goof.