Lady gets on with dog. Yellow Labrador (for a walk).
I almost pet the dog, always well-behaved and sweet (the dog, that is).
Other lady gets on with bags. Big paper shopping bags with handles, bursting with
boxes wrapped in patterned paper (which suggests gifts).
It is December, though we are headed out (from our apartments), not in (from stores
and shopping), so maybe the bag-laden lady is on a Santa Claus run, distributing
the laminated loot (maybe).
Below, a corner of one bag smashes into the face of the dog (accidentally)—or
grazes, not smashes. From my back corner of the elevator, I can’t quite tell
which. (Only three bipeds on the elevator.)
Lab-leashed lady says, “Ma’am, your bags” (followed by a silence). Bag-laden lady
says, “I can barely move” (more silence).
At “L” (for “lobby”), bag-laden lady steps aside to let Lab and Lab-leashed lady off
first. She can move, after all, a bit better than “barely” (bag-laden lady).
Once the Lab and Lab-leashed lady have advanced out of earshot, bag-laden lady
turns to me and says, as if in italics, “Incredible” (more silence).
Incredible that you didn’t say excuse me? (I do not ask this out loud, and feel rankled
by the silence.)
Although I didn’t think of this question (I don’t think) till she (bag-laden lady) had
advanced out of earshot (mine). But maybe I did (think of it).
Either way, I kept silent—which (now) I find incredible.