In the early 2000s I had a cat named Karmalee. She got out of the apartment. So I’m roaming the streets calling out “KARMALEE!!!.. KARMALEE!!!..”
And a police officer was driving by. He pulled up and asked “…are you looking for a dog?” And I said “No, a cat.” And he said “Oh…” and drove off.
To this day I don’t know what to make of that exchange. Like him finding out its a cat just ended the conversation instantly. But he did see/hear me, and before talking to me already could assess that I was looking for a lost pet.
It makes me wonder what he would have instinctually thought if he saw me, a fat guy, walking the streets at 2am as bars are letting out, and I’m just wondering the streets yelling “BROCCOLI CHEDDAR!!!.. BROCCOLI CHEEEEEEDDAAAAARRRRRR!!!”
In the early 2000s I had a cat named Karmalee. She got out of the apartment. So I’m roaming the streets calling out “KARMALEE!!!.. KARMALEE!!!..”
And a police officer was driving by. He pulled up and asked “…are you looking for a dog?” And I said “No, a cat.” And he said “Oh…” and drove off.
To this day I don’t know what to make of that exchange. Like him finding out its a cat just ended the conversation instantly. But he did see/hear me, and before talking to me already could assess that I was looking for a lost pet.
It makes me wonder what he would have instinctually thought if he saw me, a fat guy, walking the streets at 2am as bars are letting out, and I’m just wondering the streets yelling “BROCCOLI CHEDDAR!!!.. BROCCOLI CHEEEEEEDDAAAAARRRRRR!!!”
That’s the basis for a decent standup bit if you’re that type of fat guy.