Rush hour. Crowded underground MUNI platform at Powell Station. A very unobtrusively uniformed man wandered quietly through the crowd with a German Shepard who also wore a badge. As they approached and the dog slowed, the woman beside me who was surrounded by shopping bags, bent down, exclaiming in a loud, cutesy voice, "Isn't he just ADORABLE?!" and reached out to pet him.
Serious to gawd, in perfect sync, his handler and I quietly said, "Please don't. He's sniffing for bombs."
As they passed, we met gazes, I thanked him. I didn't know how else to respond, honestly. With rueful understanding, he nodded, smiled back, and said, "You are very welcome."