Friday 15 February 2008

4. What if Dog was one of us...

Okay, okay. It's been awhile. I have just been so busy with my unbelievably exciting life to post here. ha. oh wait.

So today, I'm in the laundry room putting in a couple of loads. There's a woman beside me who has about 3 washers going and she's lifting up the lids every two seconds (like a kid and a refrigerator...is the light still on?) Anyways. I'm in my very zen laundry place when suddenly out of nowhere comes the loudest and most terrible bark I have ever heard! I turn around to see this GIANT dog IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM!!! Granted, he was on a leash and his owner was with him (he was with the neurotic laundry lady) So I literally JUMP out of my skin, turn around with my hand on my chest and start shaking...the woman sees her lovely dog, says something sweet to him and then invites him over to take a sniff of me. WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM WOMAN!?!?!?!?!?!? Seriously. Did she know anything about me? Did she know for a fact that I was not absolutely terrified of dogs, gargantuan ones at that? I was so angry.

Public Service Announcement:
Part A. DON'T BRING YOUR FRICKEN DOGS INTO THE LAUNDRY ROOM
Part B. When someone looks terrified. Apologize and send the dog away. You idiot.