This has been Masterpiece Theatre…good night, Godspeed, and thank you.

Part Three: Ah! A Mystery Solve’d!

Part Two: I May Have Made Things Worse

Part One: This Angle Does Not Suit

You had me at “nope”.

But I could picture it so clearly. I feel like you’d sprinkle in math lessons or astronomy facts.

“Turn left at the next light, then head south. You are currently traveling at a rate of 70 mph. Given your destination is 22 miles away, at your current rate of speed, when will you arrive?”

…”It’s nice to meet you. Hey, are you concerned that this animal you love IS GONNA DIE SOON?!?!”

….Needless to say, I don’t think we’re gonna be work buddies.

Her: Because she’s so old…?

Me: Uh…not really.

Her: I’d be worried. I’d be looking at her every day like “you good..?”

Me: ….sure.

It went on a bit longer (until I finally changed the subject).

That’s a weird fucking thing to do, right? Upon your first meeting with someone to be like…

Her: So how old is the older one?

Me: Dakota? She just turned 12.

Her: What kind of dog is she again?

Me: Border collie/Newfoundland mix.

Her: How long do those last?

Me: 🤨 Like how long do those breeds live? I dunno…12-16 years, I guess.

Her: Oh. You getting worried?

Me: Excuse me?