Background: My 50-ish friend is a total dog. He is an incorrigible flirt and tries to pick up women wherever he goes. It's like a reflex - he just can't help it.
We are on a trip to Whole Foods and the cashier is this cute Bettie Page-looking girl, if Bettie Page were platinum blonde and had many tats and piercings. Her nametag says "Candice."
My Friend the Dog, in his best deep newscaster voice he uses when he is trying to pick up girls: So, they call you Candy, do they?
My Friend the Dog: So, they call you Candy, do they?
Candice: Well, nobody except creepy old guys.
Candice: I mean, I don't mean YOU. I mean, it's just...
My Friend the Dog: Touché. I guess I deserved that.
I gotta give it to him, he took it pretty well.