That's so wrong

The other night Bernard and I were out enjoying the summer evening. The air was warm, the streets quiet, and our usual trip around the block with my iPod pumping was going swimmingly. Walking down the street, passing parked cars, I could see a small animal (a bunny? I've seen an influx of bunnies over the last few weeks. Their cuteness is distracting to say the least) attached to a leash.

What could it be? As I got closer, I could see a very cute (and teeny tiny) Yorkie attached to a leash. The leash was stuck in a closed door of a parked car. Nice car, something high-end with dark windows. Could someone have forgotten their dog during the evening rush? Perhaps a busy grocery trip left this person forgetting to bring their dog in for the night.

As I approached the car (and the Yorkie got more and more excited that I might unleash him from the door) I saw something in the car. Beneath the tinted windows there.... two people totally going at it. Where was I? I could've sworn I was still in the nice neighborhood of the South Loop but here were two people totally getting down in a parked car, with their dog strapped to the outside (courteous for the dog, I guess).

Somewhere between parking and getting ready to walk Foofie (this is what I named the dog), they decided to throw extreme caution to the wind, get completely naked and have a street side romp fest in my neighborhood. Blech.

I quickly moved away from Foofie, screamed. "Oh my!" in a tone that only my Mom could make and ran off with Bernard near my side. We walked quickly around the corner in shock (a little bit of horror) and total embarrassment.

The point of this story? Well, lets see the obvious first. Please don't have sex in your car in my neighborhood with your dog hanging out of the door. Second, have a little respect. In my craziest of days in college (Miami no less) I found myself in situations that if my parents knew, probably would be a bit embarrassing. But the whole South Loop to see your business? It's more than I'm interested in.

And if for some reason the mood strikes you and you can't say no to a quick ride in the car (pun intended), at least have a little respect for Foofie.