Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do recall during my senior year in high school we were invited to a special rehearsal at the home of our choir director, Mrs. SanGio, where I learned that their family dog is named Candy. So I am sitting there and all of these girls and yelling "Candy, Candy" but they are talking to their dog, not to me. So that was weird. Obviously, I am not available for doing stupid dog tricks in exchange for some morsel of Italian garbage. If I want Italian food I will cook it myself, Americanized as it may be it tastes good enough for me, or else buy it at the local pizzeria. So I don't need those shrill Italian hags for anything.