DOGBALL and NOFELLOW
- Mar 7
- 1 min read
Updated: May 3
DOGBALL
A camper was parked with a guy working on it. The man's dog spotted me coming from almost a block away and, like we were old friends, he ran and grabbed his half deflated volleyball, raced over to me with it. He dropped the ball at my feet and then leapt back, full of wiggle and not looking at me at all but staring intensely at the ball. Of course I booted it, intending to send him on a run. To my surprise the old boy jumped and pulled it out of the air. He quickly placed it back at my feet and jumped back about six feet once again... It was like this was the only game he's ever played and he plays it with every human he's ever seen...
NOFELLOW
Guy walks into the cafe and sits down having ordered nothing. An older couple eventually arrive and introduce themselves to the fellow. The older guy asks if everyone wants coffee, takes their orders, and goes to get the drinks. With a hint of excitement in her voice, the woman asks the fellow: "So what is your real estate passion?" The fellow says nothing but looks at her puzzled, with eyebrows rising before transitioning to furrowed. She quickly offers, "You know, folks will be passionate about family or finding people their dream homes or— not everyone, of course, but some people, sometimes, you know." The fellow retorts: "No."
