Subtitle: Ah, Suburbia.
This morning I decided to go for a run - stop laughing! - with Zooey. I mean, it is an amazing morning. It was like 70 degrees, low humidity, beautiful sunshine... what's not to love?!
So Zooey & I are just trotting along, enjoying the gorgeous day - getting close to my favorite part of the jog where I can take Zooey off her leash and run by some little ponds.
So as we get closer, I look at the ole chap, give him a big smile and warmly say, "Good morning!"
And he responds in a cantankerous voice, "You're on the wrong side!"
To which I reply, "Settle down, Scrooge!"
No, I'm just kidding, Mom. I was yelling that in my head, but I just ignored him and kept jogging, as he grumbled to himself. But seriously? SERIOUSLY?!
Let's break down the situation further, shall we?
He's probably at home right now, grumbling to his wife (or cats or whomever) about the young whippersnapper who's ruining society by JOGGING ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE SIDEWALK. ANARCHY!
Next time I'm just letting go of Zooey.
I will say, in defense of the elderly in this neighborhood, that on my way back to take a picture of the spot (yes, that happened), I crossed paths with an old woman and decided to give it another go. I looked at her, smiled and said, "Good morning!"
And she responded, "YOUR DOG IS POOPING IN MY YARD."
No, I'm kidding again. She said pleasantly, "Good morning!" and returned my smile!
And thus, my faith in old people was restored.
I think the real lesson to be learned here is to avoid running.