This weekend at a convenience store in Huntersville, NC. Cashier: how are you ma’am? Me: I am well thank you, how are you? Cashier: I wrecked my car because I was feeding my dog a tater tot. He’s fine but the car isn’t. Me: oh no. Oh wow. Cashier: the cop was nice—he was worried about my dog. Sometimes I feel like I am trapped in a skit from the Carol Burnett Show. And I did ask about the dog-a pittie rescue named Daisy.