"Oh, I am well aware of who you are. And your Avatar title might impress some people, but not me. "
Could you imagine hiring a dog walker off Craigslist and the whole time you’re like, “Yeah, my dog’s name is Bucky and he’s a 7 year old lab who really likes frisbee and other dogs.”
You try to negotiate a price and to your shock the dog walker tells you he is offering his service for free. You tell your partner you’re not sure about that and it sounds kind of weird that someone would walk dogs without expecting any payment in return but you decide to give it a shot because life in New York is a lot more expensive than you imagined it would be when you first drove the U-Haul from Toledo so anything that goes easy on your wallet is at least worth a conversation with the guy.
He tells you he can come by Saturday at 1:00, you give him your address and hope he’s not a serial killer.
At 12:50 your buzzer rings and you think, “At least he’s early. That’s nice, I guess.” You open the door and fucking Harry Potter is standing there, casual as anything, with 4 bags of poop hanging from his wrist and a fanny pack full of treats just like, “Hi, I’m Dan and I’m here to take Bucky for his walk.”