Dog goes shopping
Certain simple actions are more complex, as soon as you tether yourself to the dog. We’re in the city center, and the traffic levels are impressive. Both vehicle and pedestrian; I spent a good part of our time avoiding collisions. Getting a sandwich (takeout) required finding a proper dog hitch; missing the resto I wanted and going in elsewhere doubled the effort.
Finally, I decided to test the level of animal prejudice and simply let the hairy one precede me into a number of stores. No complaints! Sure beats letting him shiver on the sidewalk.
After checking store inventory, I headed over to one of the bigger chains and purchased a new nut for my bass (keep the derogatory remarks in check, please and thank you). Saved shipping charges which would have doubled my expense. And content with my shopping, I returned to the room.
Several hours later, I discovered that my wallet was gone. Dropped or left behind, it didn’t matter. I rechecked the floors and my pockets, and the did the inevitable step retrace. In a big city, the odds weren’t good… But, I had forgotten my identity in the music store, and the staff realized that this wasn’t my intention. The wallet was in their front register drawer, and they’d already calked my home to leave a message on the answering machine. That’s good customer service.
I was out, again; now I have some new water bottles and another Maglite in my collection.
Finally, I visited the section of the hotel where two of my sons have earned their stripes.
