Question 120: Would you accept $10,000 to shave your head and continue your normal activities sans hat or wig without explaining the reason for your haircut?
I have a question about the question. What about when someone ASKS you why you shaved your head? Are you allowed to explain then? Do you have to lie? Do you have to just not respond?
I mean, my answer is the same regardless at the moment anyway: I could really use ten grand right now so absolutely! It’s hair, it grows back. But, I am curious what you are supposed to say when someone asks you about the shaved head thing ’cause if you have to lie I could come up with some good ones dammit!
matchingtracksuits.com (I love that blog name) is doing a question every week from The Book of Questions and has invited everyone to join in.
Next week’s Question 4:
If you could spend one year in perfect happiness but afterwards would remember nothing of the experience, would you do so? If not, why not? (Further question: Which is more important: actual experiences, or the memories that remain when the experiences are over?)
In other news…
Walked the pugs around the nasty parking lot with the icky boys. Left a note for pugs’ owner that I would like to start taking them to the park. Figured out that it’ll only cost about $50 to do postcards to each of the residents of the complex to see if they would also like their mutts to get to go to the park. Drove around the park in question and discovered two baseball fields which are both totally fenced in leading me to think about illegally letting the pugs off lead to run around in the nice field which of course I will make sure remains shit free unlike the nasty parking lot! How long do we think that’ll last before someone gets bent out of shape about dogs on the field even if no one is using it at that time?
Went to Meijer (just once I would like my groceries to have more human food than dog stuff!) and when I went to put my cart in the cart corral there was an employee gathering carts on the other side of the corral.
Employee: Bring that over here.
Me: Pardon me?
E: Bring that cart around to this side….long pause….please (very sarcastic tone)
Me: (raised eyebrows thinking “isn’t it your job to gather the carts? I kinda thought I was being good just to put it in the damn corral!”) rolls cart around to employee
E: thank you (very sarcastic tone)
I was sort of shocked honestly. I can’t imagine asking a customer to do something like that. I mean, seriously he’s going to be out there how many times during the day picking up carts? Just get it the next freakin’ time!
Tonight I went to walk a medium sized mixed breed female dog and a corgi, oddly in the apartment complex next door to the pugs. This one is clean and tidy. The apartments aren’t quite as nice but the people out walking their dogs seem fairly friendly (not icky adolescent boys) and they scoop dammit! I turn the corner around the building and a woman calls out: Ma’am, watch out!
Me: “…”
Woman: loose dog!
Me: Oh, thanks, is he yours?
Woman: No, I’m going to tell the manger he’s out here.
Me: He’s got to belong to someone who lives here, I wonder if he has a tag.
Me (to dog): hey sweetie, where’s your owner? Watcha doing out here all on your own, hunh? Want a piece of liver?
Dog: “…”
Woman: Be careful! He doensn’t have a tag, I can see he doesn’t have a collar. (she is growing increasingly alarmed and struggling to hold her chow puppy)
Me: it’s just a boxer.
Woman: I’m going to tell the manager!
Me: Okay.
So I start to continue around the building and of course our new friend follows us. Thinking I hear someone whistling for a dog behind me I turn and start back the other direction assuming the boxer will probably come with us. I get back to where the woman was and her friend pokes his head down from the balcony: ma’am, ma’am, are you okay?
Me: Uh, yeah, it’s just a boxer you all.
I get back to the apartment and there’s the woman and another man poking their heads around the corner of the building.
Me: Hey, did you find the owner?
Two heads dissappear back behind the building very rapidly. I go in and put the two dogs up and when I go to leave the boxer is gone.
People are strange.
Oh, and someone told me that I’m not a good liberal but that I would probably make a good lesbian.
Oh yeah, people are strange, did I say that?
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