Took Sophie, our West Highland White Terrierorist, out for a walk last night in the evening cool. While on the journey, we happened past a woman in her mid-forties who had a face like she'd just drank a pint of pickle juice. Sophie is a very affectionate, nosey, curious, and friendly type of dog, and walked towards said sourpuss.
"Keep it away from me!", she said with a loud voice when Sophie got within 10 feet.
That's fine, I accept some people don't like dogs, so I kept Sophie back from her, explained and apologised in a very friendly, polite manner. That is, until the cow in question carried on with her rant.
"Disgusting, filthy creatures! I hate dogs! They do no good at all, just bark and eat and poo! Owners like you are irresponsible idiots as well. If I had my way, I'd put every pet down and the world would be a better place!"
I just about lost my temper, but instead decided on calm and polite insult.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I've been ever so busy and haven't heard the world news for a week now. Congratulations on your elevation and new title!", I said in a friendly voice.
"What are you talking about?", she hissed back at me.
"Well, obviously your predecessor died recently, and you've been crowned as the new Queen of the holes. Congratulations!", and walked off, while she stood there dumbfounded and gasping like a fish out of water.
Some people - but I was pleased with the outcome.