A.C. “You stopped to pet my dog, bent down, and I could see down your blouse. I wasn’t being creepy. My eyes just went there without my permission, for just a split second, and of course that’s when our eyes met. Naturally, you looked at me like I was creep with a cute dog. Now I’m home feeling like a perv and it’s got my day all askew! My dog and I are sorry.”