Sign on my forehead?

I attract stupid people. Or, rather, people with lazy brains who can't think or figure things out for themselves. So much so, that it even happens on the street.

The other day I was on my way home from a bike ride (same day as the crash, slightly before). I am pulling up to the intersection of Ptree Battle and Howell Mill to get in the line of cars making a left when a woman in an SUV (didn't notice which kind it was) rolls her window down and flags me down.

Me, I'm thinking she needs directions. I couldn't have been more wrong. What she needed was the ability to figure stuff out for herself.

She seemed very distressed, so I became concerned. Then she started talking. She said there was a "poor little dog" running down Howell Mill "looking tired and lost" and she wanted to know what to do.

Seriously? And me... about to get caught in a bad storm out on my bike, I'm supposed to 1) know and 2) care? Actually, I do. When I'm not out on my bike in the evening trying to hurry home.

I asked her if the dog had collars. She said yes.

Hm. If it were me, I'd look to see if the collar had a phone number, and if it did I would call it and tell them I had their dog. If it didn't, I'd take it to an animal shelter or something. If I could, I'd keep it for a few days and put up signs. But, then again, that's me. The one who tries to use their brain and logic on a daily basis and who has some initiative. I guess that's abnormal, these days.

I told her that, after which she said she thought I might live around here and know something.

I apologized and said that I didn't (an apartment complex a few miles up the street doesn't count, does it?) and also said that I would help if I could but at the moment I was just trying to get home. After which the light turned, thankfully.

Just one of the many (almost daily) occurrences in which I think "WTF?!?!" I must give out some signal or have some sign on my forehead that says "hey, you know what? I don't feel like I think enough for myself day-in and day-out, let me do some thinking for you, too!"

And then I go home and complain to Will about it.

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