True Story

A lady walks into Panera this morning, inquiring about our bacon and egg souffles.

"Do these things keep well?" she asked.

"For a day or so they do," I replied.

Her response: "Then wrap one up. My dog would love one."

Yes, friends. She wanted a souflee for her dog. And then she asked a great follow up question:

"Do you think it will stay warm in my car?"

Hmmmm. That's a tough one. True, it was 32 degrees outside, but I was so dumbfounded at our earlier dialogue that I think I told her it would indeed stay warm. The nagging thought that I still have about our conversation twelve hours later has nothing to do with her internal thermometer. I'm still wondering about her dog's dietary habits.

Did the lady really think the dog cared what she fed it? Did she really need to drop $3 and get her canine some higher-quality cuisine? Call me crazy, but I think Puppy Chow is cheaper.

Don't call PETA on me, but IT'S A DOG FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! A dog will eat it's own vomit . . . nay, it's own feeces, if allowed. He sniffs one area and licks another. Would Fido really care whether or not his souffle was warm enough?

And that's all I have to say about that.