I took a walk in my local park yesterday. As I went past the duck pond, I saw an interesting sight. A man in an electric wheelchair was moving across the grass, and I could see he was holding one end of a retractable leash, moving towards whatever was on the other end of it. The creature in question turned out to be a cat. The cat, which appeared to be a Himalayan or similar sort, was crouched in the grass with its back to the pond, studiously ignoring the ducks and geese. I don’t know if the cat had actually been trained to walk on a leash, but the idea of this guy zipping through the park in his wheelchair with a cat on a leash put a smile on my face.
Shortly thereafter I came across not one, but two different groups of people who had for some reason decided that they should have their picnic across the sidewalk. Both groups had at least a dozen people who were scattered next to and completely across the sidewalk. I wondered briefly whether I should go around them or walk through their potato salad and stomp on their sandwiches. I opted to keep my shoes clean.
I wondered if I should apply for an honorary membership in Team CrankyPants, even though I don’t spin.
Sometimes I hate people.
Except for the guy in the wheelchair with the cat-on-a-leash. Oh, and maybe the guy I saw the day before who was leaving Old Hippy’s Coffeehouse on what appeared to be a home-made motorcycle/trike conversion with huge fins on the back like a 60’s car. I don’t think I hate him, either.
I didn’t get a photo of any of these, because it takes way too long for me to get to the camera app on my phone. I guess one of these days I should read the manual and see if there’s a shortcut.