Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Today, on my way home, I remembered something from when I used to spend time at the youth technical club. One of the guys there had locker number 101. We called him "Dalmatian." It's a completely random memory. And then I looked out the window and saw a Dalmatian (dog). I've never seen Dalmatians before, even though I drive the same route all the time, and this event coincided with the memory. It amused me. I didn't feel like Arandom today.