McLaughlin
Oct 11, 2007, 07:27 PM
This seems to be a recurring theme in my life right now, so I'll keep it all in here.
Fuck you: Lady down the street.
I have a Dog. His name is Marshal. He's a Yellow Lab. This apparently marks me for all the dog shit that people neglect to pick up.
I just got back inside after taking Marshal out. He had to crap. While he was going, the lady (read: Bitch) from down the street drove up to the end of the road (I live at the end of a series of townhouses. There's an emergency access path in between the fence that separates us from the road nearby. It's always locked though). She got out of her car, walked up to me and said "I hope you're picking that up."
"Well, yeah. I am. I have the bag right here" *I pull out a bag*
"Because people have been complaining about all the dog poop left out here on the lawn."
"Well, I see a bunch of people walk their dogs through here in the morning when I leave for school. I'll be sure to tell them to pick it up."
"You'd best tell yourself too."
I was taken aback. Here's this lady, half my height and three times my age, trying to intimidate me. Which I found amusing, because I saw her there an hour previous when my mom took Marshal for a walk. Apparently, she didn't want to confront an adult about it. I'm normally a very timid person, but I won't take the blame for something I haven't done.
"Ma'am, I have a bag right here. I always pick it up."
"Well, I've been receiving complain from the other people-"
"By other people, I assume you mean yourself. I'm confused as to why anyone else would complain to you; you're just another tenant."
"Well, I suggest you start pickin-"
"I suggest you stop telling me to do what I've been doing. I also recommend backing up before I let my dog go."
My dog wouldn't hurt a fly, but he loves to meet people, so he was yanking real hard on his leash during the conversation.
My mom opened the door to see why I was taking so long, and the lady took off back to her SUV. I made sure to note which unit she's in; Number 3. I'm sure I'll be seeing more of her. But I'll have a nice going away present for her when I move in 6 weeks.
Fuck you: Lady down the street.
I have a Dog. His name is Marshal. He's a Yellow Lab. This apparently marks me for all the dog shit that people neglect to pick up.
I just got back inside after taking Marshal out. He had to crap. While he was going, the lady (read: Bitch) from down the street drove up to the end of the road (I live at the end of a series of townhouses. There's an emergency access path in between the fence that separates us from the road nearby. It's always locked though). She got out of her car, walked up to me and said "I hope you're picking that up."
"Well, yeah. I am. I have the bag right here" *I pull out a bag*
"Because people have been complaining about all the dog poop left out here on the lawn."
"Well, I see a bunch of people walk their dogs through here in the morning when I leave for school. I'll be sure to tell them to pick it up."
"You'd best tell yourself too."
I was taken aback. Here's this lady, half my height and three times my age, trying to intimidate me. Which I found amusing, because I saw her there an hour previous when my mom took Marshal for a walk. Apparently, she didn't want to confront an adult about it. I'm normally a very timid person, but I won't take the blame for something I haven't done.
"Ma'am, I have a bag right here. I always pick it up."
"Well, I've been receiving complain from the other people-"
"By other people, I assume you mean yourself. I'm confused as to why anyone else would complain to you; you're just another tenant."
"Well, I suggest you start pickin-"
"I suggest you stop telling me to do what I've been doing. I also recommend backing up before I let my dog go."
My dog wouldn't hurt a fly, but he loves to meet people, so he was yanking real hard on his leash during the conversation.
My mom opened the door to see why I was taking so long, and the lady took off back to her SUV. I made sure to note which unit she's in; Number 3. I'm sure I'll be seeing more of her. But I'll have a nice going away present for her when I move in 6 weeks.