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I just found this exchange from a couple of years ago that happened when I was walking Sparty in town. 

Random Woman on the Street (walking her dog with the perfect grooming): Hey, are you still a writer?

Me (trying to get my dog from humping her dog because her dog foolishly is not into my dog): Um � what?

Random Woman on the Street: I heard you had another job.

Me:

Woman: Not that writing is a job.

Me:

Woman: So do you?

Me:

Insert my Sparty dog still trying to assert dominance over her dog....