Every morning between 7:15am-7:30am I have the “pleasure” of walking the boyfriend’s pup, Tucker. *Side note – it’s not my choice to walk him at this time, believe me. The mister has a schedule and will not leave me the heck alone until I literally get out of bed and walk him.* Also, let’s be real here friends, the dog walks me. If you have ever had the pleasure of meeting this hyper as all hell dog, you would totally get it. My residents get a kick out of this and have been the talk of the afternoon during several coffee socials and gathering at the circle. Anyhoo, back to the story here. So here I am walking Tucker around the property (in my flannel PJ’s, boyfriends’ shoes, and a fleece jacket – holla!) and as he was doing his business (#2, even), I hear a knock coming from one of the building windows. I look up to see one of the new residents knocking. Confused, I’m not sure what the heck she wants so I just “smile and wave” and go on my merry way. I am almost around the corner when I hear the new resident shouting at me, waving her arms. *Side note – The resident was wearing what appeared to be a red robe and only a red robe.* I have no idea what she is blabbering about so Tuck and I start walking towards her. The new lady starts shouting at me telling me “this is private property” and that that people that live here are only allowed to walk their pets here. Puzzled, I told her that I lived here (Yes, it’s true. I live where I work). She then told me I did not live here and demanded to know how old I was. I told her I was 30 (no shame here)…She then said that no one my age lives here. I assured her that I, in fact, lived here. She then demanded to know where I lived. I told her that I lived at Cheek wood…Before going further with this absurd conversation (and I also realized she was NOT joking with me), I said “It’s me, Ali. I work and live here, remember?” As soon as I had said that, her face dropped. She then started to freak out on me, kids. She started apologizing profusely, confessing she did not recognize me because I was not wearing my glasses. She said that her and her friend (who ironically also just moved in) had been seeing this “young girl with a pit bull**” walking around and they were “scared.” She stated she had informed my boss about this and my boss told her to confront the girl as well as call the police. She then looked down at herself, apologized again and then jokingly said “At least I am looking out for the hood, right?”
And this my friends is how I started my Friday morning. I will now remember to wear my glasses because apparently I do not look like myself without them…I don’t get it…But whatever.
** Tucker is NOT a pit bull either. He is a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. AND he’s awesome.
“I can’t believe my best friend leaves me alone with this crazy girl human.
She just won’t stop taking pictures of meeeeee.”
“This is the face that greets me every.single.morning.”