Here's the scene:
It is 59 degrees outside and I decide to take Arkus with me to the local Wawa. I head down RT 252 toward my destination behind a host of fools that think pacing the car next to you constitiutes safe driving. After a frustrating, if mercifully short, drive I arrive at my destination. I always park right in front of the building so that Arkus can see me while I'm inside, which I proceed to do. I raise the passenger window to a crack of just over an inch so that Arkus can't push the window out of its track (again), and crack my window about half of an inch.
So I go inside and order my breakfast sandwiches and prepare my coffee. when the sandwiches are ready I get in line behind this woman who can't seem to control all of the crap she has spread all over the counter. Giant handbag with contents set here and there while she searches through her stuff for change, re-arranges her purchases, re-stuffs the bag, etc, etc, leaving the rest of us including the clerk twiddling our thumbs while she get her $h! together.
At this point I have been in the store for a total of about 8 minutes.
Arkus is busy jumping in and out of my seat and the passenger seat, sticking his nose out of the crack to sniff, and wagging his tail at those who talk to him as they pass by. He is (as usual) pretty excited.
I step outside and walk over to the truck to scratch his nose and say something to Arkus (the silly sort of thimgs you say to your dog). I then walk back to the sidewalk in front of the store to have a smoke since I don't smoke in the truck.
Just then I notice "Ole slowpoke" from the counter encounter a few minutes earlier. She is staring at me with this odd look on her face. I think , that's a bit strange, and dismiss it as she rounds the corner out of sight.
The next thing I know, she is back staring again... and then again.
I think, "WTF?"
She then proceeds to ask in an angry voice if "that is my dog".
I say, "Yes".
As I'm sayong "yes" she proceeds to give me grief about not having the window lower!
I tell her that both windows are cracked and that he will push his way out if they are lower.
Remember, it is only 59 degrees outside and Arkus has only been waiting in the truck for about 12 minutes or so.
In true "holier than thou" tone, she berates me and asserts that Arkus won't push his way out, blah,blah,blah....
I've had enough and tell her that she should mind her own business, and that she is an idiot and a busybody.
She replies that it is her business and that she is calling the cops.
I tell her, " go ahead"
As she pulls away I add that people like her disgust me.
Though by now pumped full of adrenalin, I decide to lean back against the wall and finish my smoke.
Arkus is looking at me and wagging his tail.
I get back in the truck and pet Arkus in greeting.
It is quite cool and comfortable inside, so I sit there for a few minutes and drink some coffee before heading home.
Why do tools like this woman feel that they have to push their own assumptions and assertions on others?