Unfortunately, this exchange takes place.
Drone: What a cute dog! What kind is he?
Drone: He's beautiful. Do you show him?
Me: Are you kidding? Have you seen the kind of people who show
Drone: I show dogs.
For some reason the conversation ended with our barista right there.
But the Wife wasn't wholly engrossed in his furniture shopping, because she immediately piped up with, "I just hope she spits in the right coffee."
To which I riposted, "Don't worry about getting spit in your coffee. She's getting that guy up front to teabag both of them."
"That's going to hurt."
"He'll teabag an iced coffee after."