Day 95: Feb. 18, 2014
Once I was walking on a wide trail in Eastern Oregon and there were two women walking together followed by a big group of people with a dog. The dog was not on a leash, and a man was throwing a stick to the dog who would grab it and bring it back to him. The dog was very cute and very well behaved, but also very energetic.
Here is what I heard:
"Stop throwing that stick to your dog right behind me," said one of the ladies loudly and angrily.
"We're staying well behind you, ma'am," responded the man calmly.
"And furthermore, your dog should be on a leash," flashed the lady.
"If we wanted to know, we would have asked, thank you," said the man.
I'm sure not everyone would agree with me, but in my mind I was rooting for the man with the dog. The lady was mean and the man was nice, even though he was breaking the rules. And I loved the response, "If we wanted to know, we would have asked..."
Like, if you saw a woman with two kids crossing the street not in the cross walk, and there was a line of cars waiting at a stop light, so there was no chance of any danger, would you yell out, GO TO THE CROSSWALK! in a mean and nasty voice?
I get it. Crossing in the middle of the street is against the rules. I guess if every single person crossed in the middle of the street, there would be chaos. Although, not if they all crossed quickly at exactly the right time, and hardly anyone noticed. For me, offering unsolicited advice is not something I ever do. Maybe I don't have the guts. Or maybe I don't feel like its my place to tell anyone else what I think about their lives. Can't we all just get along?
Not that this was me. Because I always follow the rules and I have everything figured out, and no one has any need to ever offer me unsolicited advice, nor does anyone ever think it in their heads that I even need any.
Coffee: one today that spilled all over the floor in the Hult center.