"Thanks," she replies.

"Is Spike your boyfriend?" you ask.

"Nah, Spike's my pit bull. I love that dog. I don't have a boyfriend right now, Spike ate the last one."

"I beg your pardon?" you say.

"Well, that's an exaggeration I guess, Spike really just ate his hand. Jeez he was pissed."

"Well, why did he eat any of him?" you ask.

"Spike's just temperamental. You know pit bulls."

"Not personally," you reply.

"What's your name?" she asks.

"Duncan."

"Duncan? Your name's Duncan? What is that, like Duncan Donuts? Duncan Donuts, get it?"

"Yes," you say, "I get it every time someone says it to me."

"Okay Dunc, my name's Theresa, but you can call me Slice."

"Okay, Slice."

"I'm sick of this place, my bike's outside, want to go for a ride?" Or are you just gonna sit around drinking beer?"

You know she's not talking about a bicycle built for two.