I had an evil night, too.
So, I categorically REFUSE to drive to work. I love my job, but I WILL NOT pay $245 a month just to park near the office--neverMIND the gas $$! So I pay $58 for the monthly regional bus pass, take the bus, and the time differential is like, 15 minutes, because traffic is so terrible that I can't drive any faster than the bus can. Plus, the bus stop is CLOSER to the building where I work than the parking lot I would have to pay $$245 for!
So last night, I'm standing at the stop in front of the Inglewood library, which is next door to their police station, talking with another regular rider--and treat of treats, down the street comes one of the locals in his power chair with his dog Casper, for his walk! (Yes, I know the DOG'S name, but not his master's. I'm just awful, awful, awful. He's a h*ll's Angel type; I think that's how he got injured. Good guy, though.) Casper (LOVE HIM
) is clearly an irresponsible BYB jerk bred pit/mastiff cross. He's all white except his brown hind legs and one ear. He's in training, because his owner's a parapeligic, and wants to be able to take Casper on buses with him. I think one of Casper's parents may have been an albino, because his eyes have that cast, and his pigmentation is almost nonexistant, except for those legs. He's pitbull TALL, but mastiff SIZED, and just has the most amazing, open face. (He does drool like a courtyard fountain, though.
) I'm always happy to see Casper out and about, because he loves to visit. He's just a big, smoochie paw.
But these stupid girls I haven't seen at the stop before start freaking out when they see him coming toward us. "Look at that dog! Oh my God, he's going to bite us! (Casper had his mouth open and was doing that panting thing as he pad-pad-padded along.) Keep him away from us!"
In the meantime, Casper has seen me and my co-rider, and is trying to get on the correct side of the chair to see us, because he knows he's going to get his forehead rubbed. And these stupid girls keep screaming. His owner's trying to calm them down, telling them he doesn't bite, he's very well trained, Casper's looking at them like they're having a seizure and trying to get to his friends, away from these lunatics.
So of course because we're next to the police station, it's inevitable that while these stupid twits--who haven't been within 20 FEET of Casper, who's on a 6 foot lead--are screaming their idiot heads off, along comes a patrol car!
They see this very bulky, bigheaded dog and these girls freaking out, they decide they have to stop.
It took almost
10 minutes to convince them that the dog (who was sitting quietly thru all this, getting his nose rubbed) hadn't DONE anything to the stupid twits(who caught a bus about a minute after the cops pulled up, of course, and were out of the mess they started,
), and that Casper was, in actual fact, MORE than welcome to put his big slobbery head on my knees to be rubbed between his eyes. All they kept saying was, "Well, you can't blame those girls, he does look mean."
Finally, they left, leaving me standing there with his dad going, "Well, maybe when Casper gets his service dog jacket, people won't be so stupid."
Casper doesn't look MEAN. He looks like a mastiff--big head, big teeth, and lots of slobber!
It was just so stupid, and just so wrong, and so sad. We're supposed to see other PEOPLE as individuals, but it's completely OK to freak out about a dog because he's 'scary-looking?'
I feel pretty sure if I'd reacted to the large, intimidating looking black police officer the way those girls reacted to Casper, I'd have ended up in jail!
Anyway, I hate teenage girls. Really. There are separate, specific ones I'm fond of, but as a general rule? They're horrible, judgemental nasty little drama queens with god complexes. No wonder boys are scared of them.
If I ever see those girls at the stop again, I'm tempted to freak out on the street and claim they were threatening to me, and see what the cops to about THAT.