Was enjoying a delightful outdoor patio lunch with a friend at a busy swishy spot in the chi chi part of town when lo and behold, this woman is strolling her little Jack Russell alongside the walkway where we're eating when the poor guy has a bout of kaka-loolly poop... right... beside... our... table... eeeeewwww. What would you do?
It occurred to me that if I didn't offer to help, we'd not be enjoying our swishy lunch so much. The lady didn't appear to have a poop bag and seemed content to keep walking. Seeing that, and rather than rip out, 'pick up after your dog!', I suggested she needed to go into the restaurant and ask for napkins or something. And while she'd stoop and scoop, I offered to hold her dog. She did just that, and on saying goodbye, told us the dog's name was Willie... HE did it. Willieeeeeeeeeeeee, stinky pooper.
Bonus good deed: On my return home, I had a few bags to struggle with through all the doors from the underground, upstairs... it was refreshing that a young woman actually rushed and came up behind me to open, hold the doors, push the elevator button, and say, "have a good evening!" Ah, sweet. I then put all the stuff in my unit, grabbed my dog Boris for a walk, and on my walk back into the building, here's this same girl dashing out heavy with luggage and bags for the long weekend. It was my turn to say, 'one good deed deserves another', and opened up all the doors for her, even to her waiting cab. She beamed.
I feel good.
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