Heads Up

The first thing I do when I get home is to take my dog to the bathroom.

As we head out, walking down the driveway to the yard; a vehicle is driving past. Out of the corner of my eye, I see this black object flying straight toward me. The projectile wizzed by me. Yeah missed! Praise God. From the SUV I hear, “SSSOOORRRYYY!!!” As it speeds on down the road.

What the?! Talk about catching me off guard. All I could think to do was say under my breath, “jerk.” The SUV is gone by this point. I’m not going to tuck Chico under my arm and chasing the trash monger down. I’d have a heat stroke. It’s just 83 outside. Plus I’d only make it about 25 feet. That is my running distance.

People throw trash in my yard all the time. Only once while I was physically in the yard. No one has actively thrown trash at me before.

We continue our potty time. I take the baccor can to the mail box. In the hope that the mail carrier will run it over. Score one for me.

As we come back around the house, the trash monger pulls in my driveway. Not only did he apologize but his wife got out to retrieve her almost full can of chaw.

He explains, “I’m sorry. My wife dips. As I reached over to get me a big drink, I got her dip cup. I was about to throw up. I grabbed the can and tossed it out the window. I said, ‘I almost hit that lady. I’m sorry.”

I accepted his apology. She collected her chaw. They squealed their tires as they backed out to leave.

At least he didn’t throw the dip cup at me. Gross!