And your little dog too

[sabotabby]

Dear dude walking his yappy dog* as I was hauling out the garbage,

Yes, the garbage can is larger than I am and I was struggling to get it down the steps. No, taking out the trash is not my "boyfriend's job." I used to deliver barbecues for a living, pigfucker.

No love,
Sabs

P.S. If you were so concerned, you could have helped me.

* Not my neighbour. Different guy, different dog.

Comments

[tanyahp.livejournal.com]

It's so funny when I get sh*t from guys for carrying stuff that looks bigger/heavier than I "should be able to carry". There's often this element of admiration/disdain that's hard to ignore. It's kind of bizarre, too, I really don't know what it's all about.

[sabotabby]

Well, I mostly looked clumsy, but in fairness, I could fit comfortably in said garbage can, and the steps were covered in snow.

I got tipped a lot when I did BBQ deliveries, though. People never expected to see a girl, even a girl with a shaved head.

[captainmushroom.livejournal.com]

Holy shit! I hope you gave him a look that burned a hole in his soul.

BTW, I love the fact that your footnote answered the first question that popped into my mind.

[sabotabby]

There are way too many small dogs in this neighbourhood.

[captainmushroom.livejournal.com]

Entirely.

[silmaril.livejournal.com]

Different guy, different dog.

Same yappiness, though, I see.

(Intentional Vagueness'R'Us.)

[dobrovolets.livejournal.com]

The converse of that: The clerk in the record store who chided me for having [spouse] carry a (light but awkwardly large) CD rack--when I was recovering from hernia surgery and under doctor's orders not to carry anything. I was so furious I almost got thrown out of that store.