Tonight I was sitting outside at Dairy Queen, and I was telling a story involving a loudly-barking dog. So, naturally, I barked. (This probably does not surprise you).
This turned out to be not so good of a decision. I apparently scared a couple of poodles at the next table because they started going crazy, and the Crazyhair family (twin 3-year-olds with bleached mohawks that matched their dad’s + a mom with dreads) at a different table all turned and looked at me at the same time.
I might have cried a little bit from embarrassed/amused laughter.