I'm out on a run with Lola this morning and we stop for a moment so she can sniff something that's caught her fancy. An old man walks by and I give her a little pat. 'It's going to die in 10 years. Don't get too attached,' he says as he passes us.
Nice, huh? Even if you're thinking such a hurtful thing why would you say it to a total stranger? I start to formulate some snarky remark about his own longevity but figure anybody that bitter and horrible has probably fashioned a pretty crappy life for himself already.
Lola's 10 and I hope she does live another 10 years.