It was a beautiful LA day. I was sitting on the steps in front of my building, suitcase and computer bag in tow, waiting for my friend to pick me up to take me to the airport. I’m looking kind of fly because, well, I felt kind of fly that morning.
A young Asian American woman, maybe in her early 20s, came out with the cutest little white puppy. I’ve been wanting to get a dog for a really long time, but haven’t because I travel too much.
She was taking him for a walk, but he was not on a leash. As soon as they came out of the gate, the puppy ran, exploring everything in sight. She ran after him. Or more accurately, she hobbled. She tried to run after him, but couldn’t because she was wearing some ridiculous flip-flops. You know, the kind that certain women wear when they only want to be looked at, but not actually have to walk anywhere. To her credit, she was still in her pajamas. Despite her calls to it, the puppy, of course, kept running away, even out into the street. She just kept crying, “Oh no! Oh no!” over and over again, literally pouting that the puppy did not just miraculously come back to her.
Now, I know I’m being a little judgmental, seeing as how I know nothing about this woman. She just acted so…helpless. Maybe it was the shoes. But hello, put the dog on a damn leash!
Suddenly five Latino men came out of nowhere. And I do mean nowhere. (I’d been sitting on those steps for at least 10 min and hadn’t seen anyone.) One ran after the puppy. A truck stopped in the street and two more got out to chase the puppy. Another stopped the traffic. And still another got out of his car to join the chase.
After a few minutes, the puppy came up to me and I petted it. I begrudgingly gave it back to her. The truck of men rolled by really slowly and gave us the up and down.
Really, guys? Really? I know it’s nice to help people who are in need of help. But seriously, that damsel-in-distress thing is what gets your attention? Disappointing.
[Image By Bluefox_09]