All my life women and girls have called me cute; not the “Hello Kitty", “My Pony" kind of cute, the other kind.
I went to work with Ethel to pick up my check. It's cloudy and cold so I wore my trench coat etc. I know I can intimidate people but I figured having a crazy little dog with me would cut some of the edge. Some of the women tried to pet Ethel, she wouldn't let them. Her choice as far as I'm concerned.

Waiting for the elevator I heard two of the women say, “Ooo, you're right. He is cute."  I said, smiling, that Ethel was female.

The first woman said, “Silly, she was talking about you!"

I felt uncomfortable because they weren't very attractive women and I was at least twice their age.

It was a long ride down the old elevator.