This afternoon I went to the Schindler House for the first time (Iknow, I know, demerit).
As I purchased my ticket I heard the ticket-seller mumble something about an exhibit.
When I walked into the first room I found a sneaker on a pedestal - I looked at it and thought, "DAFUQ?!"
I went into the second room and found a folded sweater on display, "Um, huh?"
Then I realized the guy mumbled something about feeling free to interact with the exhibit pieces.
I went back to the shoe and saw that you could put it on your head. Seriously. The sweater? Feel free to wear it as pants. That sponge? Well if you see it on the top shelf why not move it to the bottom self? I don't eben know what's going on with that board.
Oh and take pictures and tag the artist on Instagram.
You guys, I'm ok with funky-ass art exhibits but this was just super dumb. I mean, that's a Merona sweater from Target!
The other day I was walking my fur-friend Dusty when suddenly I heard a thud and a high-pitched squeal - the unmistakably heart-wrenching sound of a dog getting hit by a car.
I looked in the direction of the incident about 2 blocks away and saw 7 people fanned out running toward me all of them screaming frantically, "STOP THAT DOG."
Well, when Dusty sees a dog (any dog) she barks her damn head off so when she saw this dog running toward us at full tilt she commenced with her barking. It scared the dog so much that he put on his brakes and turned around. He clearly didn't like the look of the 7 people coming after him so he darted down a driveway and got trapped.
It took a bit of coaxing but this guy managed to calm the dog down and carry him out. Through a river of tears his owner was extremely thankful.
It turns out they are in a new home and the dog just isn't comfortable yet and got past her when she was carrying groceries in the house - almost a mile away!
Anyway, the tip of the dog's tail was clipped off but other than that he seemed fine.
As we all disbursed I marveled at how a group of complete strangers to one-another banded together to aid a runaway dog - it filled my heart with a great joy that I was proud to carry with me the rest of the day.
Wednesday of last week while I was waiting at the bus stop for the trusty Sunset Blvd line a guy came up to the other person waiting for the bus and asked him a question in a thick Aussie accent, "Do you know where the bus stop is for the tour bus?"
The guy looked completely baffled and asked, "What?"
The Aussie repeated himself and the confused look on the guys face didn't change so I interrupted and pointed the Aussie in the right direction.
After he left the confused guy asked, "You could understand him?"
I replied, "Yea."
He continued, "You must be good with foreign languages."
It was my turn to look puzzled, "He was Australian."
He said in all seriousness, "I don't speak Australian. I speak American."
I tilted my head and furrowed my brow a bit, "You mean English."
He shook his head, "I'm not from England."
Thankfully the bus approached and I let this odd exchange expire.
The very next day at the very same bus stop that very same guy walked by me. He got about 10 feet past me and turned around, "Oh. You're the guy from yesterday who can speak Australian."
I nodded, "Again, it was English."
He shrugged and then we proceeded to have a short chat before the bus appeared in the distance. I couldn't tell if he was actually waiting for the bus or not so I asked in a way to end the converstaion, "Are you waiting for the bus?"
He replied, "I'll catch a later one. I'm gonna go browse around the Hustler Store first."
With that he turned and walked on as I boarded.
From my seat on the bus I immediately shared the Hustler Store part of this story on Facebook and my two favorite comments were quick and apt. Chris wrote, "Hardcore, since 1974." While Jodi proclaimed, "There ain't no shame in his game."