Spit and Polish

I carried my small goldfish bowl through the dealership on the way to clean their water. The other employees now know this as taking my fish for a walk. On the way back through the parts department, the fish and I stopped for a visit, then as we turned and headed back toward the classroom, me holding the bowl out in front as I walked, the two of them, Spit and Polish, swam to the front of the bowl, pressed their noses against the glass and wagged their tails, as if they were dogs on a car ride! I'm still smiling, hours later.