I was sitting in the air on an airplane next to a lady who smelled like hairspray and vodka. In her lap stood a tiny little toy dog, which I didn't notice until I was just reading and I got that feeling you get when you feel some eyes on you somewhere so I put down my book and I looked all around until I found that little dog making eyes at me. We looked and looked at each other and normally I don't stare but I thought, it's only a dog,
but since that day on the airplane, I've never once stared at another dog, big or small because after about a minute and a half of staring at this one, there was a blink of red light in its eyes, then a clicking sound, and then the damn dog blew up right there on the lady's lap and I thought she might turn and slap me in the face or something but no one said a word so I plucked the fur from my ginger-ale and kept on reading The Origin of Species.
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