Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Property Of (Or, New York Annoyances Part 1,899)


Just before a rain shower last week, I hurried to get my dog out the door to do his bidness. (He loathes the rain.) Anyway, as dark clouds rolled in, Bobo finally whizzed his heart out on the side of a building. Toward the end of said whiz, I could feel the clammy breath of a New-Yorker-In-Need-Of-A-Fight on the back of my neck.

NEEDY UPPITY MAN: Um....could you PLEASE not have your dog PEE on MY BUILDING?

ME: It's going to rain in a minute.

NEEDY UPPITY MAN: CAN'T HE PEE SOMEWHERE ELSE? Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks.

Yes, there were that many passive aggressive "aaaaaaaaaa"s in his Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks.

Luckily, the rain came down before I could get into it with her.

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