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Alan
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I was riding home from work today when I crossed in front of a shiny new Corvette at a side street.
It sat there with windows darker than my ex-wife's soul, so I couldn't make eye contact with the
driver. I couldn't even SEE the driver. And of course, just as I was about to pass in front of it,
it started moving. The pretty young blonde woman at the wheel was seriously perturbed that I had
magically appeared in front of her, timed as it was to impede her forward progress, ruin her day,
make her late for an important appointment - whatever. She let me know this by giving the one
fingered salute and flooring it.
I shrugged it off and went on down the road.
A mile or so further on, I spotted a miniature Doberman in a yard with a woman. The dog spotted me
at about the same time, started snarling and barking, and made a dash for the road. I was moving
fast, but not sprinting, as the dog chased up the road behind me. The woman yelled for the dog to
come back, then started yelling at ME to stop so she could recover the mutt!
Now I don't know about you, but I'm wary of any dog capable of biting, and I'm even wary of small
dogs that can get tangled up with my wheels. It happened last year. Two small dogs came out to chase
me, and I actually ran over one of them.
But this woman wanted me to stop, turn around, and lure her dog back to her loving arms. If I were
to be bitten while performing this humanitarian act, well, that's too bad. Instead, I kept moving.
My thought was that controlling her dog wasn't MY responsibility - it was hers. And if she wouldn't
train the dog properly, again, that's not my responsibility.
So was it right to continue, or should I have turned back into the jaws of the little beastie?
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alan
Anyone who believes in a liberal media has never read the "Daily Oklahoman."
It sat there with windows darker than my ex-wife's soul, so I couldn't make eye contact with the
driver. I couldn't even SEE the driver. And of course, just as I was about to pass in front of it,
it started moving. The pretty young blonde woman at the wheel was seriously perturbed that I had
magically appeared in front of her, timed as it was to impede her forward progress, ruin her day,
make her late for an important appointment - whatever. She let me know this by giving the one
fingered salute and flooring it.
I shrugged it off and went on down the road.
A mile or so further on, I spotted a miniature Doberman in a yard with a woman. The dog spotted me
at about the same time, started snarling and barking, and made a dash for the road. I was moving
fast, but not sprinting, as the dog chased up the road behind me. The woman yelled for the dog to
come back, then started yelling at ME to stop so she could recover the mutt!
Now I don't know about you, but I'm wary of any dog capable of biting, and I'm even wary of small
dogs that can get tangled up with my wheels. It happened last year. Two small dogs came out to chase
me, and I actually ran over one of them.
But this woman wanted me to stop, turn around, and lure her dog back to her loving arms. If I were
to be bitten while performing this humanitarian act, well, that's too bad. Instead, I kept moving.
My thought was that controlling her dog wasn't MY responsibility - it was hers. And if she wouldn't
train the dog properly, again, that's not my responsibility.
So was it right to continue, or should I have turned back into the jaws of the little beastie?
--
alan
Anyone who believes in a liberal media has never read the "Daily Oklahoman."