The woman was in her 60s, with shoulder-length, straight grey hair. She toddles along, on a walk with her beagle.
She enjoys taking the dog to parks and, despite the entire park being free, she brings the dog near to people on a bench or a picnic blanket and allows the dog to do its wee.
And how could the people there on the bench get mad?
She was an older woman who toddles. Who intentionally toddles? Toddling around must be work.
Yet she's essentially pouring a cup of warm piss near the people's picnic.
She shrugs at them and thinks, Sorry, dogs have a mind of their own! And you're listening to super cool instrumentals like Tortoise's Beacons of Ancestorship album, which by the by, doesn't quite do it for me quite like their albums Standards or TNT. But, still, it's Tortoise. You could do far worse than Tortoise. They're a treasure. Regardless, you now know that this park is my dog's and the world is basically a big toilet for him. Enjoy the dog piss, you hipster picnickers.
This is her favourite moment of the week, until she shrugs at the pickickers and says, "I like your music!" then toddles home.
