Several times the past week, I have met this woman at the elevators.
Actually, to say I met her implies that I know her or that she even acknowledged me.
I don't and she didn't. She walked straight past me like I didn't exist.
This wouldn't really bother me, but both times she said animatedly: Hi, Claren.
If you are going to say hi to a service dog, you really ought to at least nod to the person on the other end of the leash. You can even acknowledge me second, but I will not be ignored.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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3 comments:
Dude - that is not cool. Can you get Claren to growl at her? Actually, screw it - YOU growl at her. Or I will.
all I have to say is you are so happy I don't come to work with you.
can the kids and I come meet you for lunch??? what time are you usually at the elevators? we'll be there then.
xoxo
ejd
I like the growling at her idea. I don't want to engage her because this seems like behavior I would not want in a friend.
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