Hired Help
I’m off today, just lounging around the house and looking a little raggedy. Think baggy sweat pants, Mr. EC’s sweatshirt, old workout sneakers, and wrap scarf still on my head. So I go out to walk my dog right. Not even 10 steps away from my patio door, this lady walks up with the cutest little Yorkie I’ve ever seen. Immediately, Precious gets REAL excited because she likes to play with little boys. Typical bitch! LOL! And of course, I stopped to chat while the dogs played.
Here’s the conversation:
Single Ma: Hi, cute dog you have there.
Old Lady: Thanks. The one you’re walking is cute too…and energetic!
[Precious jumping around, the little boy trying to sniff her butt]
SM: My little Precious just recovered from an illness so she’s full of energy now.
OL: Oh, I know the owners are relieved. So how many do you walk a day?
SM: Huh?
OL: How many dogs do you walk a day?
SM: Just mine.
OL: …and how much do you charge?
SM: *face scrunching up* I only walk my own.
OL: *surprised look on her face* Oh…you live here? *pointing at the door*
SM: *losing interest in the conversation real fast* Yeeeeees.
OL: *looking me up and down* Really?
SM: *tilted head with a WTF look*
OL: Oh I’m sorry. I thought you were their dog walker.
[on cue, Precious finally pees and we walk away]
She better be glad my mama taught me to respect elders. Hmph!
