Being a bitch

I can be such a bitch!
William and I sat at the vets (yes again~!) for nearly an hour today. One vet didn't turn in for work and with the new appointment system in full flow, the clients just kept a coming!
Now every time I go to the vets surgery, I always seem to get lumbered with a fellow customer with, shall we say, questionable social skills and today was no exception. A man with an inner city accent, too much bling and an overactive collie held court in the waiting room, and as we were all waiting for our appointments we got lumbered with him for the duration.
His dog was beside itself and was constantly on the go, he, shouted a great deal, huffed and puffed about the wait and shouted at his dog some more and had that annoying habit of talking loudly at the animal asking it "why are you acting like this?- you are doing my head in!...will youuuuuusittttttstillllll?", and after 45 minutes I literally could have ripped his face off, but as politeness would dictate, I studiously ignored all of his comments and read the notice board time and time again!.
While all this was going on William sat beautifully on my knee, watching the proceedings quietly and with interest, and just before we were called in the see the vet, the loud man bellowed over "How do you get him to be so well behaved?"
I could resist it, and as I smiled sweetly I said
"I always think that a dog will reflect it's owners calm quiet behaviour, don't you?"
...result.............