I hate to break this to you, but I don’t always say or do the right thing. So many times, I open my mouth and insert my foot. (Too damn many times.)
What I really love about having a blog is the ability to write something and tweak it, until it sounds exactly like I want it to. No awkward, “oops, I guess I shouldn’t have said that.” Because most times sometimes friends, I’m NOT politically correct and sometimes, I’m a bitch and sometimes I’m a bitch when I don’t mean to be a bitch and then there are times when I should be a bitch, but I’m not.
As any of you that read this blog know, walking my dogs where I live can be quite challenging. There’ve been a number of times when we’ve run into someone and their dogs where I should have said something other than what I did. Or times when I WISH I’d said it differently.
Times where I really want a do over.
So here’s what happened.
One sunny spring day on our afternoon walk, I heard a car start up and realized it was coming from the house we were approaching. I stopped the dogs to wait while the person backed out of their driveway.
The man backed out and started to move towards us and then stopped, rolling down his window. Delilah was sitting calmly beside me in the grass, while Sampson was dancing thinking he was about to make a new friend.
“What’s going on?” the man asked me.
“Nothing.” I replied.
“Well I don’t like the dogs on my lawn.”
I was stunned and at a loss, “I’m sorry” I managed to get out, “I was stopping to let you back out of your driveway.”
I walked away trying not to cry, it just felt so mean.
I’ve thought it over and over in my mind and if I ever have a situation like that again here’s what I’d like to say.
“Actually my dog is sitting on the ROW, also known as the Right of Way. It’s the first five or so feet of your property and in this case, it’s owned by the town in case they decide to add sidewalks to the neighborhood, or maybe widen the road. I was being polite in not putting myself or my dogs in your way while you were backing out, but don’t worry, that won’t happen again. Next time, I’ll let you hit me. Oh and as for my dogs on your lawn, I wouldn’t let them on your lawn to piss on you if you were on fire. Have a nice day, douche bag.”
My devious mind came up with a revenge plot but I won’t do it, because Karma really is a bitch, BUT I am actually going to use this exact scenario with my revenge in one of my books.
Do you ever wish for a Do Over? Given the option, what would your do over be?
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