Occupational Ignorance

I have never before worked a job where I had to regularly deal with customers. The cornucopia of the human race seems to come waltzing through the door everyday at my job, even though I would work at a doggie day care that caters to a more affluent clientele. One of my co-workers told me this story about returning a dog to his owner:

Lady: Hello, I’m here to pick up my dog Fido.
Co-worker: Oh, Fido the fashion designer!
Lady: Fashion designer?
Co-worker: *laughs* Yes! We play this little game in the back where we imagine what a dog would be like if it were human. Since Fido comes in here everyday looking all well-dressed and put together, we thought he would be a fashion designer.
Lady: *contempt* Well! I can tell you that Fido is not a homosexual!

Okay, space lady.