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March 14, 2004
From One Resident to Another
Dear Neighbor:
It's early Sunday, and our paths crossed on the street while I was headed to the newsstand to get my morning newspaper. You were walking your golden retriever, and the lovely and adorable pup stopped dead in her tracks and looked right at me. I walked over to pet her. This seemed to be the most offensive thing I could have done, judging by the look on your face.
Now I understand that we all have our good and bad moments, times when we really don't feel up to talking to anyone, let alone strangers. However, the "you're invading my space" scowl you displayed brought new meaning to the worldwide stereotype of "unfriendly New Yorker." I mean really. All I did was pet your dog, for a full 4 seconds of your life. Would you have preferred that I pet you instead? Were you suffering from just-out-of-bed, wife nagging you to walk the dog so it could poop anxiety? What was the problem here?
Regardless of my obvious disruption of your dog walking, I wonder if you even heard me when I bid you a LOVELY DAY. It's people like you that give this city its stereotype. Jackass.
Cindy
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p.s. i didn't see you holding a poopscoop either.
Brain matter deposited by: zed on March 14, 2004 1:17 PM
Poor man, he missed out on a dose of Cindy charm. You can come pet my mutts any time ;-0))
Brain matter deposited by: Daisy on March 14, 2004 5:20 PM
What a miserable coot your neighbour is ... not a happy person no doubt.
Brain matter deposited by: Wendy on March 14, 2004 7:04 PM