I walked the Levy Trail 5K this morning in 48:45, with a three-mile split of 47:18.
The fucking North Little Rock cat pound in Burns Park has lost any shot of me as a customer. Listen to this insanity: They have a new policy that prevents cat shoppers from opening the cages they keep their cats in. Simple as that. You have to make up your mind on adoption based on the feedback you get through the cage. The head honcho woman told me it was established to prevent the spread of potential illnesses between cats.
"If one throws up, they all throw up," she said.
I told her there was no way I would adopt a cat I could not hold and who did not pass the lap test. It's too bad because they had three really cute boys in there.
OVERHEARD
"My sister died of that six months ago."
—Seventy-year-old woman in line at the Kroger pharmacy after an older, somewhat frail woman in front told her she had COPD. Neither the older woman nor I could fucking believe the response
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