I feel like I cornered myself at a cocktail party, going on and on and on and getting all intense and squinty and like you know, man? All the while, shamefully oblivious to the fact that my breath was terrible and I had little bits of cocktail weenie stuck in my teeth.
So embarrassing. I should call myself and apologize.
So, that happened last week.
But, then, so did this.
This is not staged. I got home from work, got out of my car, saw this happening on the porch and recorded it on my iPhone.
It was 30 degrees outside.
And, according to Larry, Gus had already been at it for the better part of an hour.
You don’t have to watch the whole thing (it’s a little over 2 minutes, and it ends with Patrick giving Gus a ticket), but the :44 mark is worth sticking around for.
You might learn something.