I laughed, I guess it was, a British Bulldog and a Corgi. I immediately thought of the Queen and Winston Churchill and the Union Jack.
“Yes,” I said. “I guess it is.” I hadn’t thought that before, oddly, I thought. I usually think of those things.
She grinned. And then she did that thing that older women sometimes do, where they shoot a hand out in front of themselves, rotating it quickly, like a game show host, sometimes clicking their flingers. Big smile, occasionally even a wink. The physical embodiment of, ‘What Fun’.
I looked at the two dogs with their red tongues hanging out, oblivious, and smiled.
She spun on her heel, shopping to be done.