In our neighborhood lives a man whom I often see walking his Dachshunds. I do not know him by name so we call him in our family “The Dachshund Man”. Once I was in the grocery store and saw a familiar character. It took a while for me to recognize him (because he did not have his dogs with him), so I was especially happy when I did. I greeted him and said: “I’m sorry Dachshund Man, I did not recognize you right away.”
Everyday Anomalies 