Some people are too stupid to live

Today was a weird day. It started out okay, but this afternoon was frought with conflict and full of stupid people.

After Punkin's nap, we all piled in the car and headed out to Target to get a few things. Plus, I hadn't been to Target in a while and I love to just go and look around every now and then. The turning lane from the main road into Target is two lanes, and of course when you're turning you have to maintain your lane. We were in the outside lane and someone else on the inside. As we made the turn, it became quite clear that the other folks were not going to maintain their lane and so Mr. Daddy did what any red-blooded American would do -- he laid down on the horn. Now, these people DID have plates from a different county, but I would venture to say that they've been to this Target before and should know how the parking lot works. As we continued into the parking lot and pulled even with the people before veering right, Mr. Daddy tapped the horn again and made what I would call a "Come on!" gesture with his hands. And by "come on" I mean "give me a break" kind of come on, not "Come get a piece of me" of come on. And all of a sudden, the guy slams on his brakes and then squeals tires to pull alongside us again. He rolls down his window "Hey, a**hole, what's your problem. I didn't see you. I'm sorry. What the f**k is your problem?!?" but not in any type of conciliatory tone at all. Mr. Daddy said "Watch where you're going!" and drove off. Mr. Daddy hoped we would run into them inside Target so he could chastise the guy for using such nice language in front of our kids, but I was envisioning fisticuffs amongst the Mossimo and was praying they decided to go elsewhere. It took awhile for the adrenaline to dissipate, but finally my heart stopped racing and the shopping commenced. (Side note, look at these precious boots I bought for Punkin!)

The shopping trip was mostly uneventful. We made our purchases and went back to our car. As we were loading we noticed a woman walking around and around a silver Mercedes parked nearby. Another woman walked up and the pacing woman said "Are they doing anything?" The other lady said "No, they're all standing around with their thumbs up their a**es." That's when Mr. Daddy and I noticed the dog in the car. All the windows were shut tight and this dog, it looked like a miniature grayhound or perhaps a whippet, was dying. Literally. It's chest was heaving and it was slobbering like a mad dog. It had to have been 100 degrees in the car, out in the sun, with no shade whatsoever. The newly arrived woman had gone inside and asked the Target staff to page the owner. Mr. Daddy took matters into his own hands and called Animal Control. They told him they would send someone out right away. We all continued to stand there watching this animal suffer, all of cursing the owner as an idiot. One of the women and I discussed breaking one of the windows. I literally felt like we had only mintues before this dog died. I've never even seen such a horrific thing. I'm not sure how long we stood there, probably 10 minutes or so, but it felt like forever. Finally, I decided to call the Target store and ask them to page the owner again. Just as the operator was telling me that she had just paged the owner, this young woman walks up and yells out "That's MY car." I yelled back, "Well, your dog is DYING! You should have cracked your windows." She runs up, with a cart loaded with groceries and packages I might add, and unlocks the door. One of the other ladies had retrieved a bottle of water from her own car and they began to minister to the poor dog. From the looks of her cart, she was probably in the store for well over an hour. She kept saying, "It was so cool this morning, I thought it would be okay." Mr. Daddy said "Well, maybe next time you should leave your dog at home."

We didn't stick around to see if Animal Control showed up. Frankly I wanted to get out of there before I said something I would regret. I kept hoping AC would arrive before the owner came out so she would get in the trouble she deserves. But ultimately I'm glad the dog ended up being okay. I wish there were a doggie DFACS I could call. Some people do not deserve pets.

I hope I run into fewer stupid people tomorrow. There's always hope.