Repair Man

While waiting at the counter paying for our groceries in a local mall with my wife, I was accidentally bumped from behind by a grocery cart. I looked back and met a terrified pair of eyes of a young girl. I offered a reassuring smile while she sought safety in the arms of a middle-aged woman who followed her. I nodded warmly to her lady companion and waited again for my turn in the line. Just then I overheard the little girl saying with a hushed voice. "Mommy, is that the dog vagina repairman? I guess he was the one who fixed Trixie's a month ago!"