While walking the dogs (with Eli) this morning, I was approached by a stranger -- a sweaty, funny looking older man in shorts with matchstick legs.
Stranger: Are your dogs bloodhounds?
Me (wary): No.
Stranger: Then they can't help me find my car?
Me: (blank stare...where is this going?)
Stranger: I can't find it.
Me: Oh?
Stranger: I was drunk last night when I parked it.
Me (moving on): Good luck with that.
Wow. Too drunk to remember where he parked, but still able to parallel park?
Actually, he was probably a DC Metrobus driver.
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