well, I'm waiting...

And here I sit waiting for maintenance to drop by and fix a minor annoyance in my apartment. This isn't a big imposition as obviously I'm screwing around on the Internets typing this nonsense to you. When a person rents a large majority of their life waiting for others to tend to those rented things is just part of the fun. This weekend is thankfully unspoken for in the stuff to get done department. I wish I lived about three hours closer to Illinois but if I move states it will most likely be in favor of better weather. But the reason I sat down to write aside from the boredom that comes while waiting on other humans is a quick story.

Every once in a while I get the urge to get a dog. I miss the ones I used to live with but I also know that i miss them only because I don't have to constantly care for them. That point was driven home with an exclamation point this morning as I headed out for the block walk to work. An awesome couple that I see quite often because they are early risers as well have a new puppy of about a month. At 5:45am we sometimes share an elevator to the ground floor where they let said puppy out onto the street to handle his morning business while grumpy partner burns a heater. I'll call him smokey.

I was running a little late today so when I was leaving they were ready to come in. Dog and main dog caregiver were waiting outside the doors so I held it open for them to enter. Smokey was taking his time because he had the key that let them all back into the building so my act of gallantry caused him to toss his cigarette and hustle toward the door. The puppy must be experiencing tummy troubles and Smoke wasn't paying attention so when he stepped wrong and slipped in the liquid poop he fell all the way down landing in it.

I had a front row seat as I was still holding the door. His partner started to laugh, he began swearing, and I just help the door like an unflinching robot. Dude was covered in shit by the time he got up. I kept holding the doors more for sanitary reasons than anything else and by the time that entire literal shitshow was inside I skipped to work without an ounce of cute pet envy.

and like magic, the maintenance dude is here. This is like when my Dad would get annoyed at a restaurant not getting his food out so he would go grab a smoke because he was convinced that it was some kind of food delivery juju - not just the habit satiating time killer required to cook things. gots to go.