Thursday, January 05, 2006
Scary little girls
I've always known that my dog attracts a lot of attention from the people living in my apartment. Especially females and little girls who have the tendency to squeal with a most annoyingly high-pitched "Sooooooo cuttttteeeeeeee!!!!"
What I did not know, is that this same dog has a stalker.
I kid not. This little Caucasian girl of five, who looks so cherubic and innocent when she smiles- SHE IS A STALKER. Disclaimer: I am not a child-hating Curella De'Vil-esque miserable old shrimp, I like kids very much indeed. But this girl, she is Creepy. With a capital C.
It started off pretty innocently when I took Jingle out for her afternoon poop-walk. This girl (let's call her Dot) trailed me on her 3-wheeled bicycle with pink and purple ribbons attached to the handles. She is cute as a button with curly strawberry blonde hair and big brown eyes, wearing a flouncy day-glo orange skirt and midriff top. What's not to like, right?
She asked if she could pat Jingle, and I let her do so. She jabbered on for a bit, talking about everything under the sun. Then she asked if she could come into my house. And immediately, I was like
Huhhhhh?? I mean, what if I was some horny toad with a matching porn collection and weird fetishes to boot, who just happened to have a small little chihuahua becuase my long-suffering wife insisted on it? This girl was
alone, she volunteered to come home with a stranger, and nobody would have known it even if something bad had happened to the little tyke.
So I asked if her mom or dad knew where she was going, and she said
it didn't matter if they did. And I insisted on her telling them first. Then she immediately changed her statement and said they already knew she was coming to see Jingle
inside my house. (It's not too hard to see through a five-year-old's tall tales)
I declined but Dot followed me all the way to my doorstep. So what was I to do? I HAD to let her in since she had parked her little bike on my doorstep already. When she came in, she talked to my mom and played with Jingle for a while. She went around my living room, touching all the furniture and framed pictures and asking questions a mile a minute. And here comes the spooky part.
My mom: So Dot, how come you're playing alone? Do you have any brothers or sisters?Dot: No, I only had a 15 year old sister. But she died.M: She died?D: Yeah she died. She was about this big (points at ME).
M: Oh no, what happened?D: She broke some bones and then she died. So we had to throw her out. (At this point, my mom's eyes were shooting pretty uncomfortable glances at me)
M: Throw her out???D: Yeah, we cannot keep her. She is all broken, so of course we throw her away. (She said this quite impatiently, like my mom was silly for sounding surprised)
-
Errrr,
okay.
And she refused to leave. Simply refused, she wanted to stay the entire afternoon! And when my mom said she had to go back to tell her mom where she was, she left and then came back ringing my doorbell repeatedly. My mom didn't want to let her in because she didn't want to be responsible for a little girl who probably does not tell her parents about where she chooses to go at all.
Dot did that for the rest of the afternoon. Hour after hour, the whole damned afternoon. And she staked out my mom at the balcony when she was hanging the laundry, asking her why nobody answered the door and asking if she could come into my house to see my dog. My mom told me Dot has been doing this for months on end already.
And she said she'd be back to play with Jingle TOMORROW. And tomorrow's tomorrow. And tomorrow's tomorrow's tomorrow!
Oh blimey!
Laid bare
at 6:10 pm
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