Dear Diary:
I was strolling through Joan of Arc Park on the Upper West Side. An older woman was walking her little dog in front of me.
A young man, evidently in a hurry, passed me and cut right in front of the woman, causing her to stop short.
“Sorry,” the young man said. “Please excuse me.”
The woman nodded and said it was fine.
“I was actually talking to your dog,” the young man said.
— Jim Pavia
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