Today I was walking Iggy Bleu, and we run into a woman walking an older golden. I recognise the dog, so we walk past. Dogs sniff I pet him.  I am starting to walk off.
The woman says,  “You must be the hipster, that walks with my partner Paula.”
“Paula and I walk sometimes, I am Zonker you are? when did I become a hipster.” I answer.
“I am Linda and you have a beard, blues T, chucks, you have a pit, vintage shades and no doubt your iPod is playing  an obscure band., you’re a hipster. I am dying of laughter. Linda walks with us and decides, that Paula is safe around me. I resist pointing  out we have tonnes in common , although her hair  is shorter, than mine.
I may have to rethink my fashion descions