How could I resist? I'm bored with chopping vegetables, it's 10:20AM, and I'm on my third Budweiser. I'll concede Doug started this.
My story:
My best buddy Gary Rosenthal (yeah, another Yid) were about 9. In those days, we were allowed to wonder all over Brooklyn by ourselves, even taking buses and trains.
We hiked to a canal in a secluded area near an auto dump. (And yes, Brooklyn had canals, but that would be one tough mother of a fish that could survive in one next to an auto dump.)
We're up against the water, making our plans for world domination and what we could do to have sex with Petula Clark, when all of a sudden, we're surrounded by about a dozen abandoned dogs who seemed to have turned feral.
They literally formed a perfect semi-circle around us, leaving us no way to escape except to jump into that wet stuff that used to be water. They stood their ground and barked and growled at us ferociously. We were on THEIR turf, and we were SURE we were about to get it.
It was a terrifying experience, but Charlie says, love my Good and Plenty. So I reached into my back pocket, pulled out my Good and Plenty, and hurled pieces off to the side. The dogs followed them, we ran, and lived to continue with our plans for world domination.
I swear--a true story. And in BROOKLYN, no less.