Yesterday, I was riding shotgun while my girlfriend drove. Which meant my job was to play CDs and provide random comments about pedestrians.
While at a stop sign, a somewhat-heavyset woman dressed in sweats walked across the street in front of us with her dog: a Siberian Husky. I looked at the dog and just said flatly: "Husky."
Then, my girlfriend and I both took a closer look and realized that I could have been talking about the woman instead of the dog. Thankfully, she didn't hear me.
If I was Larry David, she would have heard it, caused a scene, and then I would have ran into her later (probably at the Israeli Film Festival--which we mistakenly attended.)