From the moment I walked out the door this morning my day has been a test of endurance. As I walked out the door I heard the distinctive jingle or a pet collar, and because I knew my dogs had just been shut up in my room and the other dog was with its owner in hers, I figured it was a cat.
Instead of a cat though, it was indeed a dog, a small breed (brussel griffon is an approximation), that became very excited at the site of me.
I was in a rush to get to work, but I couldn't just leave him there, so I looked at his collar and saw that his home was just a few doors down. I went to my car to throw my bag in, but I wasn't surprised when the dog jumped in. It didn't bother me, as long as I could drop of the guy and get on to work quickly.
I had the window rolled down as I reversed in my driveway to go down the street when the dog, with too much energy in its little body, jumped from the open window to the street like it was old hat tricks for him. I was pretty mortified, but he seemed fine. I didn't want to jump out of the car myself, so I just called the dog along as I put the car at a crawl down to the house where he lived.
At that point I did get out of the car and knocked on the door, but no one came. There was another dog in their dog, a medium sized dog who obviously wasn't big enough to get out in the same sneaky way the little guy undoubtedly did. The little dog looked at me expectantly so I pointed at the house and it seemed he went in through a side door, though I have no idea how as I can't imagine anyone would have a dog door that leads to the front yard.
So that done, I head to work but don't get very far before I see a detour up ahead on my regular route to work. No worries, I know I can go down a ways and cut across. Here I was foiled again and now I was stuck at a light that was being intercepted by police who appeared to be directing traffic between a cascade of runners. Sitting there, idling in my car a few cars away from the light, I absorbed a lot of info.
There was a sign that advertised a half marathon for this Sunday and that traffic delays could be expected. I noticed people run in very different ways, and some people just look hilarious while they're running, I noticed that after the two cars ahead of me got through between waves of runners, I was left to wait for what must have been fifteen minutes in which time I had to call work and let them know what was going on. I finally had to do a three point turn out of there and try to find a way around. I went down a ways and tried to cut across again. And again. Each time roads are blocked off.
I decide at this point to go back towards the road by my house and cut across a main road. Unbelievably, blocked off. I go on Mopac, drive north and take the first exit which was for 2222 and I drive a bit before hitting the marathon again and try to cut through the neighborhood again. At one point I had to turn around and drove through a tight side driveway of some stores, not noticing the low concrete divide between two parking lots until I was about to go over it. That one rattled me. I finally was able to cut through the neighborhood successfully, but only because that are had been cleared of runners but still had the tale-tale orange cones everywhere.
When I got to work they seemed fine about it, even made fun of my misery, but I couldn't convince the cashier in garden to switch with me even though if I had made it on time I would have been out there, I'm sure. So then I was stuck in the middle all day and couldn't write or do much of anything but be a cashier whore.
Instead of a cat though, it was indeed a dog, a small breed (brussel griffon is an approximation), that became very excited at the site of me.
I was in a rush to get to work, but I couldn't just leave him there, so I looked at his collar and saw that his home was just a few doors down. I went to my car to throw my bag in, but I wasn't surprised when the dog jumped in. It didn't bother me, as long as I could drop of the guy and get on to work quickly.
I had the window rolled down as I reversed in my driveway to go down the street when the dog, with too much energy in its little body, jumped from the open window to the street like it was old hat tricks for him. I was pretty mortified, but he seemed fine. I didn't want to jump out of the car myself, so I just called the dog along as I put the car at a crawl down to the house where he lived.
At that point I did get out of the car and knocked on the door, but no one came. There was another dog in their dog, a medium sized dog who obviously wasn't big enough to get out in the same sneaky way the little guy undoubtedly did. The little dog looked at me expectantly so I pointed at the house and it seemed he went in through a side door, though I have no idea how as I can't imagine anyone would have a dog door that leads to the front yard.
So that done, I head to work but don't get very far before I see a detour up ahead on my regular route to work. No worries, I know I can go down a ways and cut across. Here I was foiled again and now I was stuck at a light that was being intercepted by police who appeared to be directing traffic between a cascade of runners. Sitting there, idling in my car a few cars away from the light, I absorbed a lot of info.
There was a sign that advertised a half marathon for this Sunday and that traffic delays could be expected. I noticed people run in very different ways, and some people just look hilarious while they're running, I noticed that after the two cars ahead of me got through between waves of runners, I was left to wait for what must have been fifteen minutes in which time I had to call work and let them know what was going on. I finally had to do a three point turn out of there and try to find a way around. I went down a ways and tried to cut across again. And again. Each time roads are blocked off.
I decide at this point to go back towards the road by my house and cut across a main road. Unbelievably, blocked off. I go on Mopac, drive north and take the first exit which was for 2222 and I drive a bit before hitting the marathon again and try to cut through the neighborhood again. At one point I had to turn around and drove through a tight side driveway of some stores, not noticing the low concrete divide between two parking lots until I was about to go over it. That one rattled me. I finally was able to cut through the neighborhood successfully, but only because that are had been cleared of runners but still had the tale-tale orange cones everywhere.
When I got to work they seemed fine about it, even made fun of my misery, but I couldn't convince the cashier in garden to switch with me even though if I had made it on time I would have been out there, I'm sure. So then I was stuck in the middle all day and couldn't write or do much of anything but be a cashier whore.
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