We took Ranger for his annual vet visit and of course he passed with flying colors. He was a good boy, too. But, while there, a man and his…associate (Mexican Gang Punk Type) were trying to get cat food – with a check. Except one assumes he was on the No Check list for former transgressions.
Well, he was up in arms, being loud and calling the supervisor on shift a “broad” and saying how he was being treated like dirt, blah whiney blah. Trooper had taken Ranger out for a break as I paid so I gave the moron a direct and long look. Not enough, not content as his friend smirked, he kept up the complaining as the young office gals looked scared. So I called him on it.
“That’s rude and there’s no reason for that sort of talk in front of ladies.” Oh, he did go on and on. “We’ve all been there – it’s upsetting but there is no call for that behavior.” Still, again, as his friend just grins. Until finally, “Sir, this is Texas and you will find some manners.” Mutter, mutter as he went to sit on the bench outside and wait. I gave it a moment then called Trooper in. Just to be on the safe side since the associate was still there and his silent smiling was a far more dangerous threat. The young girl wondered aloud if they should call the police. Trooper smiled, “They’re already here…” and badged.
It was only a moment after that when the vet gave the man the food and they departed. Still, there was something…it got my blood up, I tell you. This is a VERY nice facility and the people are not in any way smarmy. And being rude in front of other ladies is uncalled for. If it was NYC or Chgo you’d expect that sort of thing. But not here. I just won’t stand for it anymore.
Mind, if I had been alone I might have had a slightly different approach. But I knew that Trooper was prepared. I just wish he’d been the one inside…still, I am glad I did what I did.
This is Texas, by God.