Today, I encountered a lady half-lying, half-sitting on the pavement, outside a pizza place. I noticed her about a block or two away, she had a funny blue mobility trike thing - not electric - next to her and a small dog.
When I first saw her, I thought she might have fallen down and was maybe unable to get up, so I made eye contact when I got near enough to her and was getting ready to ask if she needed help.
But before I could, she asked me if I had a cell phone.
The small dog was an extremely overweight elderly pug who wore a weary expression, punctuated with a tongue that he was either unable or could not be bothered, to keep in his mouth.
"My dog..my dog has dislocated his hip and I need to call my friend."
I said, "Of course." and dialed the number she gave me - she seemed not to want to take both hands off the dog and asked me to dial. She left a message for her friend, while the phone was ringing, she explained that she had a broken foot and gestured to the trike.
She left a message for her friend - I posited that her friend had not picked up because of my out of the area area code. I asked her if she needed anything else, like help getting into a chair.
"No, no. I need to be down here with him."
She patted him on the butt and he looked around wearily. I don't think he gave a shit where she was, but lying on the ground with him seemed to make her feel better.
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