Judith Lautner (judith) wrote,
Judith Lautner


This morning there was a buzz on the apartment intercom. I answered it. A woman asked if I had a cat, and said there is one "outside your window". I said I would go check, then dashed around counting cats. All present and accounted for. I went to the windows and looked out, saw no cats. But obviously there was one at some window. Don't know which. That's something that I think about, cats or dog getting out on the fire escape.

Later I went to the post office. I was expecting a package I'd had shipped to me care of my daughter. I got slips for two packages in the post office box and stood in line, holding the dog. There are signs on the doors to the post office saying no dogs allowed, but I didn't see that I had a choice. I felt that by holding him I was minimizing his presence. I was in line about 20 minutes, my legs stiffening by the second. When I finally got to the window I put the doggie down. And a clerk finally woke up from elsewhere in the building, came over to me after the clerk at the window had taken the package slips, and told me dogs are not allowed, that I was "disrespecting" the post office, that she didn't just make that up, the sign is on the door, and on and on. She said they didn't have to serve me because I had a dog. Finally she said I would have to leave. She said wait outside and she would bring the packages to me. I went outside to wait, she came out several minutes later with one package, said I would have to come back tomorrow for the other package. "But don't bring the dog". That package is going to have to wait there. To get it I would have to put the doggie in day care at considerable expense. I don't know anyone who could watch him just outside the post office and I'm not going to pull someone off the street to do that.

I knew I wasn't supposed to bring the dog in. I didn't see a choice. Waiting would likely have gotten the package sent back to the sender, and I needed it. I learned not to have anything sent to me care of the post office, though.
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