true story

A fall day. Work has been called off due to rain, yet the rain never shows. I make myself a cup of peppermint tea, dig out a fleece, leash up the dog, and the two of us set out to the local farmers' market on foot. I am blissed out. Then a rusty Taurus wagon pulls up alongside me. An ugly dude leans out of the driver-side window and, from behind aviator sunglasses, screams at me: "Be nice to the little dog, bitch!"

1 comment:

Ken said...

You seem to attract these bastards. I was the same way back in the day on the New York subway. A total freak magnet.