I waved the spry old man in the leisure suit to go ahead and cross the parking lot aisle. He declined, directing me instead to an open stall hidden behind a beat up, late 70's ford pickup truck. I smiled and nodded and he did the same but with more enthusiasm. I parked and locked the door behind me. In the worn out pick truck beside me was that friendly old man and his dog. the dog sure was excited to see his buddy return from the supermarket. Those two started wrestling right there in the cab. "You old rascal. Yeah buddy, you ol' hound", he laughed, rubbing the dogs grizzly coat. The dog's rear-end was waggin up a storm.
That scene made my day.
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