To the man who stopped to let us cross the street

August 10th, 2010

… thank you.

Today, I decided to combine Milo’s morning walk with a trip to the library to return a book. This meant that I was juggling, in addition to Milo’s gear, a rather weighty hardback.* So I appreciated your stopping to let us cross the street.

I gave you my usual thank-you wave, and only subsequently realized that because of all the things I was carrying, I waved at you with the hand that was holding a fat, bright blue poop bag.

Although I am not an anthropologist, I am a social scientist, and I do not know of any cultures in which waving dog excrement at someone’s face is a sign of friendly gratitude. That is, however, the spirit in which it was intended.

I hope you understand.

*The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, if you’re interested. It’s remaindered now for less than the amount of the fines I have undoubtedly racked up on it. It’s a bit of a slow read.

4 Responses to “To the man who stopped to let us cross the street”

  1. Anne on August 10, 2010 2:31 pm

    Thank you for the laugh. I have often stopped myself, in mid-wave to check which hand carried the poop-bag. My neighbors are quite used to the poop-wave by now. My Also, as a driver, it’s good to be reminded to give the pedestrian the benefit of the doubt, i.e. “I’m sure she wanted to express some gratitude, but perhaps had something unattractive in her waving hand.”

  2. Alice on August 10, 2010 3:16 pm

    I thought that only happened to me!

  3. Cassie on August 10, 2010 4:57 pm

    Thank you for the first good laugh I’ve had all week. I can just picture it in my mind.

  4. Shulamuth on August 12, 2010 2:31 am

    Reading this makes me really glad that The Grandpuppy prefers to poop in the back yard before going for a walk. If I take him out, I carry a bag in my pocket, just in case, but it’s seldom either full or waveable.

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