all of God's children are terrible
Some scenes from the neighborhood:
Gleaner lady (I'm assuming it's a lady -- every one I've ever seen (or heard, at FIVE A.M. some days) has been a lady) is going through the recycling of the jerks on one of the lower levels. Not surprisingly, there are quite a few glass and aluminum containers, so she has her work cut out for her. Some drunk twentysomethings on the second or third level are drinking (did I mention the drinking? "HELL YEAH I'M GETTING DRUNK ON A MONDAY!!!" is a recent direct quote) and think it would be awesome to yell at her. I guess they weren't sure if she was Hispanic or Asian, so they go with, "Get me some General Tso's chicken, Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi!!"
I didn't think it was possible to think even less of college students, but now I do. There's gotta be a floor here somewhere.
Then, I have the dog out, and she's flipping out over all of the normal things -- pedestrians, breeze, garbage cans, the sidewalk -- and we come across a very nice couple who have met and admired her before. The woman tries to get her to come near enough to pet her, which results, predictably, in her winding her leash around a lamppost and a gigantic rock in frantic escape attempts. This guy who lives in what we have surmised is a group home of some sort happens upon us. We've met him before, and he loves both dogs. LD occasionally pays attention to him and will wag and lick the guy's face and let him pet him. JD, of course, completely flips her shit and hides under a car at the sight of him.
So both this woman and the guy are trying to even get a straight look at JD, who is now cowering behind me. The guy gives up and walks on, and the woman engages me in conversation and keeps trying to get JD to engage with her. Eventually she says, "I don't blame her for being scared, that guy scares me, too. He's scary."
It takes me a second to figure out that she means group home guy, a guy who has been nothing but sweet and loving towards both of my dogs, and all I can get out is, "Well, my other dog likes him a lot."
Weak. I'm trying to figure out what I should have said -- probably just an "I don't think he's scary at all" would suffice. "You ignorant asshole" would probably be over the top.
Why do people say things? I wish they would stop.
Gleaner lady (I'm assuming it's a lady -- every one I've ever seen (or heard, at FIVE A.M. some days) has been a lady) is going through the recycling of the jerks on one of the lower levels. Not surprisingly, there are quite a few glass and aluminum containers, so she has her work cut out for her. Some drunk twentysomethings on the second or third level are drinking (did I mention the drinking? "HELL YEAH I'M GETTING DRUNK ON A MONDAY!!!" is a recent direct quote) and think it would be awesome to yell at her. I guess they weren't sure if she was Hispanic or Asian, so they go with, "Get me some General Tso's chicken, Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi!!"
I didn't think it was possible to think even less of college students, but now I do. There's gotta be a floor here somewhere.
Then, I have the dog out, and she's flipping out over all of the normal things -- pedestrians, breeze, garbage cans, the sidewalk -- and we come across a very nice couple who have met and admired her before. The woman tries to get her to come near enough to pet her, which results, predictably, in her winding her leash around a lamppost and a gigantic rock in frantic escape attempts. This guy who lives in what we have surmised is a group home of some sort happens upon us. We've met him before, and he loves both dogs. LD occasionally pays attention to him and will wag and lick the guy's face and let him pet him. JD, of course, completely flips her shit and hides under a car at the sight of him.
So both this woman and the guy are trying to even get a straight look at JD, who is now cowering behind me. The guy gives up and walks on, and the woman engages me in conversation and keeps trying to get JD to engage with her. Eventually she says, "I don't blame her for being scared, that guy scares me, too. He's scary."
It takes me a second to figure out that she means group home guy, a guy who has been nothing but sweet and loving towards both of my dogs, and all I can get out is, "Well, my other dog likes him a lot."
Weak. I'm trying to figure out what I should have said -- probably just an "I don't think he's scary at all" would suffice. "You ignorant asshole" would probably be over the top.
Why do people say things? I wish they would stop.
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