Target

I found myself in an institution of lower-learning, or to be more precise, of no learning. I was trying to fit in, and having difficulty. My three point seven-five years of college education was shining through. I tried to repress it. I needed to buy a phone card in the worst way, so I broke down and went to a Target store. There’s nothing French about it.             

            Negotiating through the miasma of slow thinkers was a daunting task. There were confused looks on the faces of every day consumers, and no rhyme or reason to their pace.

I made for the technology department. The section of higher learning, I suppose it’s all higher learning to some degree.

I was looking for the book readers in the crowd. I didn’t see any. I was instantaneously depressed. I wanted out and fast.

Bugsy Two

            Bugsy’s owner Bill took him to the groomer one day. Bugsy wasn’t too excited about it. The groomer had Bugsy on the grooming table and was just about ready to strap him in, when Bugsy bolted for the door. The groomer tried to catch him, but was unsuccessful.

Bugsy was moving at a pretty good clip for a dog with a nervous condition. The front door to the pet store was open and Bugsy managed to get through it as well. He headed north bound on the sidewalk up Fairfax Boulevard toward the hills. It’s a busy street. The pet store workers were chasing after him, but Bugsy didn’t want anything to do with them. He had run for half a block, and was just about gassed, when Bill his owner happened to be driving by. Bill saw Bugsy running up the street.

            “That’s Bugsy!!”

            He quickly pulled over. He flung the passenger door open.

            “Bugsy!!” he yelled.

            Bugsy saw him. He ran towards the car. He hopped in.

            “What are doing boy?”

            Bugsy didn’t answer, but from all appearances he was just happy to be in the car.

            To Bugsy’s surprise, Bill took him back to the groomer. It was not a good day for Bugsy.  

Bugsy

Bugsy is a little dog. He has a nervous condition that makes him shake under normal circumstances. His owner Bill also has a nervous condition that makes him shake. The two are quite the pair when Bill takes Bugsy out for walks.

            One day Bill left Bugsy in the care of his friend Wayne. Wayne lived in a second floor apartment that over looked a busy street.

Wayne had to run a quick errand. He had no choice but to leave Bugsy alone in his apartment. He took all the precautions. He made sure Bugsy had water, and he left the sliding glass door to the balcony slightly ajar so Bugsy could breath fresh air. Wayne said good-bye to Bugsy, and shut the door behind him.

The minute the door closed Bugsy’s nerves kicked in. He was instantaneously panicked. The noise from the street over-stimulated him. His mind was jumbled. It was difficult for him to breath. He wanted out.

Bugsy made a snap decision to extricate himself from the situation. He nudged the sliding glass door open with his nose, then climbed a top a chair, and leaped off the balcony.

He dropped the two stories down and landed on the sidewalk with a mighty thud. He was shaken, but in intact. He tried to run off, but he didn’t get very far. Luckily for Bugsy there was a woman outside smoking a cigarette when he landed. The lady smoking the cigarette sprung into action and corralled him before he could run into the street. That was the first close call for Bugsy. There was another….