My choice would probably be one of the cast iron pans. Well, I’d like to think that, but in all reality I’d probably just do the horrified screaming thing.
I’m scared of dogs, I’ve liked some dogs I’ve known personally well enough, but pretty much I’m scared of them.
And just to show this fear is not entirely misplaced, I was once bitten (nipped really, pants torn, no broken skin) by a little fuzzy white dog owned by a little old b****, er, lady.
When I pointed out to her that her dog had just bitten me she said: What do you expect, you walked around behind me!
New York , New York, it’s a hell of a town!
Just noticed your reply, sorry to be late to the dance. I agree with you - thanks!