Out for breakfast with wife and kid. Two eggs, hash browns with onions, gyro meat toast and coffee.
Decided to take the dog for a walk. As I'm walking along, there is a young lady sitting on the step of her duplex. Dark hair, probably 18-25 in age, and a blue, low cut shirt.
"Can I ask you a question about your dog?" She walks to the street, goes down on one knee and starts petting Buckner (Buckner is my greyhound, pervs).
Now because I'm a gentleman, I didn't even notice the five inches of cleavage, or the champagne colored undersized push up bra hoisting the C or D cups up. Nor did notice the four or five specks of glitter on her torso.
What a champ, nearly the whole time we talked (4 or 5 minutes) she only took her eyes off of the dog maybe twice. And of course, her name is Tiffany.
What a nice start to the day.