I am chatting with the salad artiste behind the counter. He asks me what I do for a living and who I work for. He is surprised to find that I am not a college student. As I describe what I do and where I work, his coworker walks up with arms folded and interjects, “She’s telling you that she’s the Big Dog.”
I pause and start laughing. Damn straight.
This might become my standard reply when people ask me what do for a living.
“I’m the Big Dog. You can ask the Salad Guy.”