A woman boarded my train at the last minute and began to sort thru all the shopping she had with her before sitting down. She moved half the contents of one bag into the other and we all got a good look at what she’d bought.  The bag was full of collars. Thirty or more black dog collars, all the same size, all studded. Each one caught the light as she sorted them but I lost track after 30 when the fella sitting by her quipped “You must have a lot of dogs!”  She replied, “No, just one very naughty one.”