I was stopped at a traffic light this week and happened to look up as a pickup truck turned left from the other direction.
There, on the top of a construction-style toolbox, stood a dog. Now, I’ve seen dogs in the back of pick-up beds before and don’t exactly like it. (I love when dogs hang their heads out a car window, though. So cute.) But this dog was ON TOP of the tool box as the guy took the corner. Any number of things could have sent that dog into the street, into traffic. I watched, horrified. As soon as the corner was turned, the dog scampered through the cab’s window inside the truck, thankfully safe and sound. Me? I had a few more gray hairs. As I drove on, I couldn’t help but wonder WHY? Why would a pet owner allow this? If anyone can explain it to me, I’d be forever grateful. As it is right now, the man is forever stamped a moron in my book.
Just when you thought chivalry was dead and buried, not one but TWO men went out of their way to hold doors open for me last week. Once, at the post office when I had arms laded with packages to mail; and once as I was hurrying out of the rain into the dryness of the bank. Yes, I’m capable of opening my own doors, but it was so very nice for someone to go out of their way to help me.
So, in the spirit of misery loves company and happiness is contagious, please share any rant you’re harboring this week, or something someone has done nice for you.