As Au once said, if I were a dog, I’d be a Golden Retriever. Hey, I am a sociable person. I am the sort who talks to a total stranger in an elevator if there’s a lull of silence. I would chat with taxi drivers, the next person on a grocery check-out counter and I couldn’t even resist saying good evening to passers by in our subdivision whenever I was out smoking a stick. Sometimes, my husband would tell me, “you don’t have to say good evening to everybody… it’s not like you’re running for barangay councilor”. But it’s an irresistible urge, like wagging my tail.
Anyway, the other day I was in the area of West Avenue on an errand. On the way back, I decided to drop by the National Bookstore at Quezon Avenue for some scrap necessities (all our purchases are necessary, right ladies?). Anyway, while I was on the payment line, I noticed two women in their late 20’s ahead of me animatedly chatting away. As the second woman placed her purchase on the counter, I noticed she was paying for an embossing powder and an acrylic block. As expected, I got all bouncy and excited. I thought: hey, scrappers – I can probably invite them in Pinoyscrapbookers. So I eagerly waited for a break in their conversation and gave my best opening line: “I see you’re scrappers” with a matching wide grin. The woman turned to me and gave me a blank look which would stop a puppy on its track. Can you imagine me with my tail abruptly freezing mid-wag and the ball dropping from my jaw? To ease my embarrassment and in a futile attempt to make myself look less of a creep, I raised my right hand with all the scrap materials as if to say: "I’m a scrapper too, see". She then turned right back to face her companion and continued with their conversation. On the way back to the car, I couldn’t help rationalizing to myself: that’s okey Nita, they’re probably not scrappers to begin with – and they sure aren’t pet-lovers either.
I called up my best friend as soon as I got back to the office and we got to laugh about it which at least brought the wag back on my tail. Ah well, I guess that’s just one of the perils of butt sniffing in a dog’s life.