Disturbed Corgi

I pushed the call button for the elevator to come down. It arrived and the doors opened, reminding me of the doors inside the Starship Enterprise. I could almost hear the “whoosh” as they swept open, the ping, and hum of the ship as we zipped through space. I was not greeted by a crew member in a red shirt which is usually a good sign. 

No Lieutenant or Captain. No, there inside the elevator stood a retired General and his trusty companion, a dog. Not just any dog, not a Golden or a Labrador. Not a Dachshund or a Beagle. Standing beside the man was a Corgi. Now to me a Corgi looks like a large dog that has had its legs cut off. It appears to be the size of a Lab until it stands up. 

This dog, named Angel looks at me with a wide mouthed smile and a happy gleam in her eyes. I greet her and the gentleman and she is grinning as I say she is beautiful. Then as I am giving a halfhearted attempt to stop myself and failing I ask if someone has stolen her legs and tail. The man laughs, “No they are bred to look like that. She is a Corgi.” Meanwhile the dog, Angel is glaring at me. I swear! Her grin is gone and her happy expression has melted into a hostile one. She is looking at me as if to say “really?? Really?? Peasant you just said that??” I laugh, “She is a cutie”, and Angel is still glaring back at me with hostility. Fortunately the elevator glides to a halt and I get off. Good night! I swear the dog had understood exactly what I had said. It was freaky.

So I am listening to the radio, the DJ is telling the producer and co-DJ  how he was at the gym doing his workout when he sees a guy come in carrying a pizza. They chat on and create several different scenarios for the pizza man. He was a delivery guy. He was going to eat it before he worked out so he had energy. He was going to eat it after his workout as a reward. He was not going to eat it he was just using it as motivation.  He brought it to distract the other gym-rats so he could get on the machines and not have to wait. There were several other ideas all a bit creative but they all focused on the guy being selfish. The pizza was for him, about him, involved him. My first thought was the guy brought in the pizza for the employees. Maybe it was a staff member’s birthday and they were having a birthday lunch. Maybe they reached 500 fans on facebook and were having a celebration.  

While it was entertaining, it disturbed me. Why did 2 other people not think about it being something good and positive?  Why could the guy not have brought it to share?  Do I live in some fantasyland bubble of kindness where people really do love others more than themselves? 

I am off to solicit sponsor-ships for the Gala. Wish me luck! Do any of you wish to sponsor the duet from the San Antonio Symphony who will be playing throughout dinner? Or perhaps the lounge area for those not wanting to play in the casino area?