Harrison Ford

I was exhausted from being at school all day and night. I realized I'd stayed too late and I packed up my things to head out into the cold air of Manhattan's Upper East Side. I walked quickly because I was anxious to get home, it was cold, and I was the only one on the sidewalk for blocks. As I rushed to the Subway station, this funny-looking dog, on his evening stroll with his owner, turned the corner in front of me. As we walked towards one another, I couldn't stop staring. The dog had the cutest, funniest face. He looked like he had a white Mercedes sign stuck on this end of his snout. It started at top of his nose and then split on either side of his mouth. As he and I got closer, I laughed a little to myself. Once we were a few feet from each other I say to the owner, "You're dog is so cute!" As I am speaking, I look up at the owner for the first time. The man startles, I guess because he didn't expect me to say anything, and I gasp at the same moment. After a split-second pause we both walked away a little faster, shocked and trying to pretend that didn't just happen. I still to this day don't know who was more caught off guard that night: me, or Harrison Ford, the owner of the Mercedes faced dog.