Breakfast at Tiffany's

This morning, I walked out of my building to a rather provocatively dressed woman (I'll let you make assumptions about her profession) who Allie actually really liked. She told me her name was Tiffany and she had a little dog too. And then she took out her phone and showed me pictures of the smallest little Chihuahua puppy ever, it seriously looked like it was born yesterday. So we part ways and I walk one direction and she walks another with some Asian man. Well, guess who I see around the block, Tiffany. And guess who doesn't remember me....Tiffany.