We don't often run into the people that live on our floor. We know very few of them. There is one guy, let's call him Brian, that lives a couple doors down that Nori has never been quite sure of. Although, we've never been exactly sure what she's not sure about. Brian and his girlfriend recently got a cute puppy and Nori's warmed up to them ever since.
She likes people who own dogs.
Or so we thought.
On Friday, I was just finished taking Nori out for her last pee of the day, and we were about to get on the elevator when Brian came around the corner. I noticed that Nori tolerated the hello he gave her but she was looking at him rather suspiciously.
He seemed pretty flighty. Then again, he always seems flighty. (A few weeks ago, I saw him at the dog park imitating a seal ... a seal with apparently large, flailing arms.) He was telling me that there was somebody on our floor having a huge party. When we got off on our floor, he ran down the hall to see which unit was having the party and he said that he wanted to check because "we were all on the same team here."
Sure. I often don't know what people are talking about after 11pm, so I just accepted what he said with an intelligent nod.
I said good night and started down the hall and he says:
"I was on the elevator the other day with some other people in our building. Apparently, we're known as the floor that swaps partners"
eh?
"Yeah, people here are swingers"
Really. That's pretty funny. Who? I wonder where they got that from?
"Yeah... well, I'm a loyal guy so I dunno..."
Right....yeah.
On another note, his dog has ringworm and he says that it's similiar to athlete's foot on humans. He thinks its harmless since neither he nor his girlfriend have gotten athlete's foot. Dude, I don't care! STOP letting your dog wrestle with other dogs, you idiot. She's spreading her ringworm spores all over the place!
Nori knew the first time she saw him that she didn't like him. R thinks we should start pretending not to see them.
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