Found B&W cat, Washougal, call to ID, pay vet bill to claim.
At the store the day before yesterday I had a real ~gem~ of a customer. She was all right to work with, but ... well, it went like this.
"I'd like to return this." She sets an air soft gun and ammo on the counter.
"Was it defective?" I ask.
"It didn't work for what I wanted it for," she says. "The dogs didn't leave."
I pause in my scribblings.
"I shot them in the butts and they just stood there. They're over at our house all the time, pooping everywhere."
"Did you call animal control?" I try to sound sympathetic.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that," she protests. As if anything worse would happen to the dogs. As far as I know the owner would just get a stern talking to, or maybe a fine. But maybe she's right, they might get hauled off. But she's shooting at them. As long as she gets them in the body I'm sure they'll be fine but what if she gets an ear, or an eye? And I can't get over the fact that she's shooting at her neighbor's dogs.
"There's always mediation if your neighbor won't talk to you about it," I tell her. "There's an excellent service offered through the shelter, and I think it's free--"
"Oh, I suppose I could talk to my neighbor," she says.
My mind proceeds to boggle. She's shooting at her neighbors dogs and she hasn't talked to them, informing them that there's a problem yet.
"I could try firecrackers," she muses. "That worked on the goats."
I'm so done with her, but I provide excellent customer service, as always. So she comes back and asks for my opinion on some clothes. She compliments my hair, and I say nice things about her hair, and she decides I'm her friend. We exchange names.
I'm so ready to not go back to work just to avoid this woman. Argh. And yet, she's very pleasant. The character that springs to my mind is Umbridge from the Harry Potter series, but she doesn't wear pink sweaters. Her favorite color is blue.
Maybe she'll figure out that talking to her neighbors about their dogs coming over might be more helpful than using air soft or firecrackers. She seems intelligent. You'd think she'd figure out that the dogs (and goats) are just doing what animals do naturally and the responsibility for where they're doing it falls on the shoulders of their humans who should have some modicum of control over them via a fence, leash, etc.
Argh, I say, argh. What is it with animals getting the worst of people these days? I know, it's constant, but right now it's very much in my face.
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