While out for a walk with Roscoe, we ran into a little dog who got so excited he broke away from his owner to get to Roscoe. The tiny dog ran in front of a car trying to turn into our building and stopped. The driver of the car, a priest in collar and full priest outfit, started shaking his fist and honking his horn.
He glared at me. I said, "You sure are grumpy for a priest."
His face got really red. The lady picked up her dog. The priest gunned his engine and shot up the incline into the parking garage.
I didn't even know a priest lived in my building. Lucky me.
He's probably in his apartment praying to his God for the death of tiny dogs.