All Fired Up

| Murfreesboro, TN, USA | Friendly | February 28, 2014

(I have just moved into my apartment within the last week, so I am still new to the neighborhood. Unfortunately, disaster strikes and the unit directly connected to mine catches fire one morning. I am woken up by the sirens. My fiancé and I have just enough time to grab our dogs before the firefighter kicks the door in. We run out of the apartment with them and over to a clearing, where we watched in fear as they try to put out the fire. My dogs, slightly freaking out, start using the bathroom in the grass. A woman among the spectators approaches us.)

Woman: “Ugh, gross! I hope you plan on picking that s*** up!”

Me: “Honestly, I think there’s something a little more important going on right now.”

Woman: “That ain’t no excuse not to pick up your dog crap! There’s kids that play out here!”

Me: “Look, I understand where you’re coming from, and if you bring me a bag I’ll pick it up, but otherwise no.”

Woman: “No, you go and get your own d**n bag! It ain’t my fault you’re lazy.”

Me: “I can’t, and I think it’s pretty obvious why.”

Woman: “Yeah right. Go back to your apartment and—”

Me: “MY BUILDING IS THE ONE THAT’S ON FIRE!”

Woman: “Well, doesn’t matter! When they put out that fire I expect you to come out and pick it up!”

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