Today I got a finger wagging from someone who saw me throw away poop bags in his neighbor's garbage cans that were set out on the street. I always expect someone to give me so-called shit about this but in four years of professional dog walking nobody ever has. I'm so paranoid about it I will often skip a can that's out front of a driveway with a car in it. Like maybe that'll be the house where someone is home,catches me and comes out and yells at me. I'm nonetheless prepared with the reply, "oh so you'd prefer I leave the poop on the lawn?"
Of course I'd probably just say no problem and move on my merry
way to avoid a stupid confrontation. Because people are stupid.
So this guy who gave me the wagging lives in a very upscale neighborhood. Does he think I'm tossing unworthy poop in a million dollar trash can? He and his neighbors don't have trash that stinks? In this case these dogs, except for my mutt, belong to an ABC anchorman - purebreds that live in a $3 million home a few blocks away. In fact, according to TMZ, Billy Ray Cyrus lives nearby too and was in trouble with his neighbors for not picking up his dog's poop at all. I guarantee I pay the same amount of taxes to the DWP for waste resourcing that they do and I'm grateful when I see unidentified poop bags in my trash. (As long as they're in the black can and not the green or blue.)
So really, is LA just finger giving and finger wagging obsessed? Did I really inconvenience you like the guy who cut you off earlier in the morning while you were talking on your phone and running a red light?
Ironically, as I write this, David Byrne is on The Colbert Report. So I ask myself. How did I get here?
Posted by nora murphy at March 2, 2009 07:17 PM | TrackBack