Wake-Up Call

Every morning, Josh or I have to take Samantha (the dog) outside to ... well, you know. It was a beautiful morning, and I'm glad nobody was out because there I was in my pajama pants, yellow Crocs, and hair a disheveled mess. Samantha is such a finicky dog. She has to "walk it out" before she can go. It's not a rule, but it's appreciated if you pick up after your dog. They even have little baggie stations. This morning there were no baggies. I took Samantha back upstairs, and I could have just left it, nobody would have known it my dog, lots of people just leave it and don't pick up. Bad tennants. So after I brought her back upstairs, I grabbed a plastic bag and went back down to pick it up. I saw a little white Toyota pull into a carport, which I know was not theirs, because nobody parks there. Out pops a little oriental woman who was way too perky for 7:30 in the morning. "Good morning!" she said. She didn't seem to mind that I was holding a plastic bag full of poop. "Hi," I responded as I very quickly darted towards the stairs. "How are you this morning?" "Fine, thanks" just walk. Just walk. FAST. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" "Uh, I'm on my way to work." Ok, not really a lie because I do have an interview with a temp agency this morning. "I just want to show you a couple of magazines." Great. Not only is she perky, but she's a Jehovah's witness. "These magazine are about a loving marriage and how after you say 'I do' sometimes it doesn't mean anything! Can I give them to you?" What do I say?! Do I slam her with the gospel in my polka dotted pj pants and messy hair and yellow crocs?! "Uh, my husband and I are Christians and he's a pastor." Ok, still not completey a lie, but a great out for my sticky situation. After all, I was in a hurry to get upstairs to check my email and drink my green tea before I got ready for my interview. "OK! Thank you! Have a nice day!" "Uh-huh"... as I dart towards the stairs, dog poop bag in my hand and yellow crocs on my feet.