I swear, I'm going to write a book called You Can't Stop Stupid. The campground rules, the signs: DO NOT DRIVE OR PARK ON THE GRASS. And what have I been watching, and what did I just go out to stop? A guy gouging out huge hunks of grass with his back tires (all 4 of them) as he goes back and forth, back and forth, trying to park his dooley truck in FRONT of his boat and trailer, which is parked in FRONT of his big Class A motorhome in a site that's barely big enough for the motorhome alone. His argument to me: "I only have my back right tires on the grass." Yep, you do, and those two tires have dug ruts deep enough to swallow a small child. Besides,your tires are on the GRASS. NO PARKING ON THE GRASS!!!!! We have overflow parking for his truck just steps away from his site, but no, he wants ALL his stuff with him in one spot. (I will win this battle, ha ha.) This promises to be a long weekend.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
An Outbreak of Dogs Without Legs
In case you haven't noticed, we are in the middle of an outbreak of entitled dogs without legs. Just look around you. Everywhere, dogs in backpacks, dogs in chest packs, dogs in designer "soft" purse crates hanging from shoulders, dogs in strollers, dogs in arms . . . and most of those dogs being taking into places where no dogs are allowed.
I was about to pick up a head of cabbage at the grocery store last week when I noticed that the woman lifting and inspecting those cabbages was also absent-mindedly scratching her dog (in a soft carrier designed to look like a purse) with the same hand that she was touching the produce with. I alerted the manager about the dog. His response? "Well, we hate to upset the customers, and if we ask her to take her dog out, we'll probably cause a lot of ill will." Really? What about me? Don't I have the right to buy non-dog-hand-touched produce? Yeah, yeah, I know. That cabbage had probably been touched by hands dirtier than doggy hands, but still . . .
I'm a fan of the television show House Hunters, a show in which potential home buyers look at three homes with a real estate agent and then pick one to buy (or not). If you've ever sold a home, one of the first things the real estate agent probably told you, if you have a dog or cat or other furry pet, is to remove all traces of the pet and get rid of any possible pet smells before your house is shown to a potential buyer. Imagine how flabbergasted I was to see an AGENT lugging her cutsey-wootsy dog around with her in a fake "Gucci purse" pet carrier as she went into each of the three homes with the couple looking at houses. I mean, here she was, someone who knows the rules of home selling, bringing her OWN DOG into the sellers' homes. If I'd been one of the sellers and had seen the agent bring her dog into my house, I'd have ripped up any contract I had with that agency. How did she know that no one in the house was allergic to pet fur? And how did she know that the owners would not mind the dog running around on the carpet and hardwood floors as the agent showed the house to the potential buyers? What if the homeowners just hated dogs? Entitled dog, clueless real estate agent.
Just look around you the next time you're in a restaurant or grocery story. See that soft, quilted fabric bag with a mesh end sitting on the chair by you or being carried under the arm of a neurotic-looking person? Meow loudly and see what happens. Told ya so!
I was about to pick up a head of cabbage at the grocery store last week when I noticed that the woman lifting and inspecting those cabbages was also absent-mindedly scratching her dog (in a soft carrier designed to look like a purse) with the same hand that she was touching the produce with. I alerted the manager about the dog. His response? "Well, we hate to upset the customers, and if we ask her to take her dog out, we'll probably cause a lot of ill will." Really? What about me? Don't I have the right to buy non-dog-hand-touched produce? Yeah, yeah, I know. That cabbage had probably been touched by hands dirtier than doggy hands, but still . . .
I'm a fan of the television show House Hunters, a show in which potential home buyers look at three homes with a real estate agent and then pick one to buy (or not). If you've ever sold a home, one of the first things the real estate agent probably told you, if you have a dog or cat or other furry pet, is to remove all traces of the pet and get rid of any possible pet smells before your house is shown to a potential buyer. Imagine how flabbergasted I was to see an AGENT lugging her cutsey-wootsy dog around with her in a fake "Gucci purse" pet carrier as she went into each of the three homes with the couple looking at houses. I mean, here she was, someone who knows the rules of home selling, bringing her OWN DOG into the sellers' homes. If I'd been one of the sellers and had seen the agent bring her dog into my house, I'd have ripped up any contract I had with that agency. How did she know that no one in the house was allergic to pet fur? And how did she know that the owners would not mind the dog running around on the carpet and hardwood floors as the agent showed the house to the potential buyers? What if the homeowners just hated dogs? Entitled dog, clueless real estate agent.
Just look around you the next time you're in a restaurant or grocery story. See that soft, quilted fabric bag with a mesh end sitting on the chair by you or being carried under the arm of a neurotic-looking person? Meow loudly and see what happens. Told ya so!
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