EXCUSE ME MISS?
a feeling of dread rushed through me and I quickly made sure nothing fell out of my pockets. the mysterious guy that had just passed by me during my late night walk with Romeo had decided to turn around, walk back toward me, and get my attention.
after facing him, I scan his features, height, and clothes - I am going to be able to accurately describe this man if need-be.
WHAT BREED IS YOUR DOG?
Romeo gets this a lot and normally it is not a question that causes alarm. but in this case, it is dark. really dark. too dark for him to have any interest in the breed of my mutt that would require him to change direction and catch up to me.
How did you even see my dog? I asked him.
he did not answer.
He is Beagle Pug Chihuahua.
OH, BEAGLE CHIHUAHUA while watching Romeo pee on something.
No, Beagle PUG Chihuahua.
OOH, BEAGLE CHIHUAHUA. (again)
clearly he was not listening to me and this convinced me further that he did not care about what he was asking.
IS HE A PUP?
Actually he is almost 7.
OH REALLY. He bends down to let Rome smell him and I imagine myself punching him in the throat if he hurts him. Rome obliges, sniffs his hand, and looks at me for direction: bite? no bite?
Ok well, have a good one! I say. sweat has soaked through my clothes during that short exchange and I zip my jacket down a bit as I walk away from him and closer to street lights. turning my back to him was uncomfortable but moon-walking to the corner was a bit far.
glancing back to ensure I was not being followed I see he is still standing there. staring.
JUST WATCHING he shouted. I walked faster.
TIGHT LITTLE ASS! I walked much faster.
upon arriving home, every lock was locked, every blind was blinded, and I stared out my peep-hole for 20 minutes.
needless to say, I have changed my walking route.
in other news...
...Olympics start tonight! I am happy to have Polina Edmunds (figure skater) to root for... she is a sophomore at my high school, Archbishop Mitty. proud!!
...does anyone ELSE find it ironic to cast Robert de Niro in a role that calls for paralysis to half of the face?
a feeling of dread rushed through me and I quickly made sure nothing fell out of my pockets. the mysterious guy that had just passed by me during my late night walk with Romeo had decided to turn around, walk back toward me, and get my attention.
after facing him, I scan his features, height, and clothes - I am going to be able to accurately describe this man if need-be.
WHAT BREED IS YOUR DOG?
Romeo gets this a lot and normally it is not a question that causes alarm. but in this case, it is dark. really dark. too dark for him to have any interest in the breed of my mutt that would require him to change direction and catch up to me.
How did you even see my dog? I asked him.
he did not answer.
He is Beagle Pug Chihuahua.
OH, BEAGLE CHIHUAHUA while watching Romeo pee on something.
No, Beagle PUG Chihuahua.
OOH, BEAGLE CHIHUAHUA. (again)
clearly he was not listening to me and this convinced me further that he did not care about what he was asking.
IS HE A PUP?
Actually he is almost 7.
OH REALLY. He bends down to let Rome smell him and I imagine myself punching him in the throat if he hurts him. Rome obliges, sniffs his hand, and looks at me for direction: bite? no bite?
Ok well, have a good one! I say. sweat has soaked through my clothes during that short exchange and I zip my jacket down a bit as I walk away from him and closer to street lights. turning my back to him was uncomfortable but moon-walking to the corner was a bit far.
glancing back to ensure I was not being followed I see he is still standing there. staring.
JUST WATCHING he shouted. I walked faster.
TIGHT LITTLE ASS! I walked much faster.
upon arriving home, every lock was locked, every blind was blinded, and I stared out my peep-hole for 20 minutes.
needless to say, I have changed my walking route.
in other news...
...Olympics start tonight! I am happy to have Polina Edmunds (figure skater) to root for... she is a sophomore at my high school, Archbishop Mitty. proud!!
...does anyone ELSE find it ironic to cast Robert de Niro in a role that calls for paralysis to half of the face?
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