signs signs everywhere signs…
let’s recount my saturday shall we?
Mikey and i had planned to drive up to see his sister and her family in northern NJ, just for the day, so we were up early on Saturday, getting ready, when i decided to take Delia for a walk.
we wait for the elevator, she sitting patiently by my side on her leash. the elevator door opens and that damn dog from down the hallway (who doesn’t actually live in my building, his owner’s boyfriend does) comes tearing out of the elevator, no leash on, and immediately attacks my dog. again. this is the third run in we’ve had where my dog is on her leash as she is supposed to be in the common areas of the building and his isn’t. he can’t get a hold on his dog, delia wants to kick some ass, i’m trying to get her away from the other dog, that dog is biting and jumping at me as i try to scoop delia up out of harms way. finally he manages to scramble for his dog and pin him down.
i have nothing against this dog. his owner, however, got on my last nerveand i let loose the crazy.
“THIS IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS! I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF YOU’D PUT YOUR DOG ON A DAMN LEASH! THERE ARE RULES IN THIS BUILDING!”
and i storm off i with delia in my arms. mikey, and i’m sure other neighbors, could totally hear me yelling.
cause this is the thing: it’s breaking the regulations set in our condo docs and his boyfriend (since he doesn’t actually live here nor does his dog) can be fined a hundred bucks. one or both of the dogs could get seriously hurt. or i could get bitten by his dog who is trying to attack mine. i know i have one of the most obnoxious dogs on the block which is why i keep her on a leash at all times. i always assume that someone is on the other side of those elevator doors or right around a corner so that we don’t get tangled with other dogs, or so that i don’t startle someone who is fearful of dogs, or so that we don’t knock over a small child.
so after my walk, i come home to find this note on the door: “Hey Matt, Sorry about our run in. i will do better to manage Cori next time! Enjoy the rest of your weekend! Sincerely, _______”
i’m not asking him to manage his dog. put. the. damn. dog. on. a. leash. fucker.
the next day, sunday afternoon, we’re in the elevator coming up from the garage and it stops at the lobby level to pick up…the guy and his boyfriend. yeah. awkward.
so that was sign number one that this was going to be a bad day.
sign number two–which i actually paid attention to, but mikey did not–was the weather report. i kind of knew what we’d be driving in on our way up to Jersey and i mistakenly thought mikey did to. so after traveling up the Baltimore Washington Parkway through torrential downpours and blinding wind gusts at a snails pace of 40 mph, we arrive in baltimore where hillsides are being washed away across the highway and sections of I-95 are completely shut down due to the flashflooding and the traffic is still at a snails pace of 40 mph, i turn to mikey and say, maybe we should reschedule? but i was completely open to traveling on. i just thought that with traffic going as slow as it was and with the weather pretty busted all up and down the midatlantic region, we’d spend more time on the road to his sisters than we would actually spend with her once there. but after careful consideration and discussion with his sister, we decided that it would be better to plan for another weekend. afterall, neither of us felt very safe driving in those conditions and MY gut reaction was “let’s turn around” and after this nightmare, i think following your gut is perhaps the best thing to do. i watch oprah. she done told me so too. there is a moment where you know, you just know that something bad is going to happen. so we turned around, much to the dismay of his sweet lil niece who was so excited he was coming up. well, we’ll just have to make it up to her.
we arrive back at the city and go out for lunch, hitting Ulah on U st. just as the waitress places mikey’s omelette in front of him, i manage to kick the table and spill two diet cokes and two waters (yes, four total) not only on his omelette, but in his lap as well. but he was wearing my jeans so i think i really was the one that got shafted in that situation. they were my favorite jeans!
so after another weekend of bad luck, we opted to stay inside for the rest of the day and night, staying away from anything electronic, sharp or in any other way dangerous. it was for the best.
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