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I didn't think I'd be posting again so soon, but what happened yesterday really made me question the human race.
I was walking into work yesterday just before noon. It's HOT and HUMID here in the plains - as in the short time it took me to walk thru the lot, I started sweating - temp was 86 with high humidity and rising. As I'm walking in, I become aware of a dog barking.
Desperately barking.
Crap, a customer has left a dog in a car to roast out in this heat.
We've had problems with this before and mall policy is to call the police immediately as it is animal cruelty. Everyone has seen the news reports about how hot cars get in the sunlight in the middle of a black-topped parking lot.
I start scanning the lot in front of our store and notice one of my managers walking a couple of dozen feet behind me.
Me: The one and only
AM: My awesome manager
DB: Dirtbag
Me: Hey AM, someone's locked a dog in a car; it's too hot for that. Will you call mall security?
AM: Sure, can you find the car?
Me: I'm looking for it now.
I follow the barking out to the middle of our lot and discover a BEAUTIFUL german shepard barking non-stop in some Mercury POS. ONE WINDOW was cracked two inches. The rest were rolled up tight. Dog was freaking out. I stopped, whipped out a pen and took down the type of car, color and license plate, then started to wait so I could flag down mall security. After a couple of minutes, I decided to head in and get car info to AM and then I would head back out to get mall security to the car. As I'm walking toward the store, some utterly scummy dirtbag of a man starts shouting at me.
DB: WHAT'CHA EFFIN DOING?
Me: says nothing, keeps walking
DB: WHAT'CHA EFFIN DOING AT MY CAR? DID YOU WRITE DOWN MY LICENSE PLATE B*TCH?
Me: says nothing, keeps walking
DB: I ASKED YOU A QUESTION...WHAT YOU THINK YOU DOING AT MY CAR?!?!
Me: still walking - 'Don't lock your dog in a hot car'
DB: EFF YOU. YOU STAY OUT OF MY EFFING BUSINESS! CURSE, CURSE, CURSE....
I walk inside, run to the offices and get the car info to the AM, who has called mall security, who will call the police.
Turns out one of my coworkers saw the rest of the story. DB comes back in, meets up with DB family - wife, two kids - who had been shopping in our store for quite some time - cursing up a storm about 'EFF THIS PLACE. SOMEONE TOOK DOWN MY EFFING LICENSE PLATE NUMBER,' gathered up said DB family and scrammed outta our store.
I can't abide people who abuse animals. I'd like to lock him in a hot car with no way to get out and see how he likes it.
I was walking into work yesterday just before noon. It's HOT and HUMID here in the plains - as in the short time it took me to walk thru the lot, I started sweating - temp was 86 with high humidity and rising. As I'm walking in, I become aware of a dog barking.
Desperately barking.
Crap, a customer has left a dog in a car to roast out in this heat.
We've had problems with this before and mall policy is to call the police immediately as it is animal cruelty. Everyone has seen the news reports about how hot cars get in the sunlight in the middle of a black-topped parking lot.
I start scanning the lot in front of our store and notice one of my managers walking a couple of dozen feet behind me.
Me: The one and only
AM: My awesome manager
DB: Dirtbag
Me: Hey AM, someone's locked a dog in a car; it's too hot for that. Will you call mall security?
AM: Sure, can you find the car?
Me: I'm looking for it now.
I follow the barking out to the middle of our lot and discover a BEAUTIFUL german shepard barking non-stop in some Mercury POS. ONE WINDOW was cracked two inches. The rest were rolled up tight. Dog was freaking out. I stopped, whipped out a pen and took down the type of car, color and license plate, then started to wait so I could flag down mall security. After a couple of minutes, I decided to head in and get car info to AM and then I would head back out to get mall security to the car. As I'm walking toward the store, some utterly scummy dirtbag of a man starts shouting at me.
DB: WHAT'CHA EFFIN DOING?
Me: says nothing, keeps walking
DB: WHAT'CHA EFFIN DOING AT MY CAR? DID YOU WRITE DOWN MY LICENSE PLATE B*TCH?
Me: says nothing, keeps walking
DB: I ASKED YOU A QUESTION...WHAT YOU THINK YOU DOING AT MY CAR?!?!
Me: still walking - 'Don't lock your dog in a hot car'
DB: EFF YOU. YOU STAY OUT OF MY EFFING BUSINESS! CURSE, CURSE, CURSE....
I walk inside, run to the offices and get the car info to the AM, who has called mall security, who will call the police.
Turns out one of my coworkers saw the rest of the story. DB comes back in, meets up with DB family - wife, two kids - who had been shopping in our store for quite some time - cursing up a storm about 'EFF THIS PLACE. SOMEONE TOOK DOWN MY EFFING LICENSE PLATE NUMBER,' gathered up said DB family and scrammed outta our store.
I can't abide people who abuse animals. I'd like to lock him in a hot car with no way to get out and see how he likes it.
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