Just a little bit ago, I was pulled up to a stop sign, getting ready to take a left onto Nelson from Cox, when I see this red Echo that’s heading east on Nelson screech to a halt right in front of the intersection. I think at first that maybe I’m pulled out too far and the driver thought he was going to hit me, but I look and, no, I’m not out in the road at all.
The driver — a balding middle-aged dude in shorts — gets out of the car, looking pissed off and mouthing to no one in particular, and storms off down the sidewalk, heading south on Cox. He’s holding a tiny puppy. Not, like, cradling it like I would hold a puppy, but carrying it like you would a set of keys or a cellphone — just kind of as an afterthought or accessory. Yes, the puppy is that tiny. It’s white and possibly a pit bull of some sort.
The old lady in the passenger side gets out of the car and doesn’t seem nearly as confused as I do by this whole scenario. She grabs what I assume is a camera and sort of watches the man walks off, their car parked there in the middle of the street while everyone around them makes WTF? faces.
Maybe the puppy pooed on him.