A woman behind me asked if I had a dog.
On impulse, I told her no: I was starting The Purina Diet again, though I probably shouldn’t because I’d ended up in the hospital last time, but that I’d lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet. The way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a guy who was behind her.)
Horrified, she asked if I’d ended up in the hospital in that condition because I had been poisoned.
I said, “No. I was sitting in the street licking my balls and a car hit me.”
I thought one guy was going to have a heart attack – he was laughing so hard as he staggered out the door.
Stupid lady...why else would I buy dog food?!?