Sticky fingers

I'm stood in the Marais.  I have a beer waiting for me at a table, but it's getting warm while I speak on the phone to Florida Boy.  God bless him, he's trying to pretend that our conversation last week never happened.  Full marks for effort.

As I stand there next to the café, a woman and her daughter approach me.

The mother is around 70 years of age, a big lady but well dressed.  The daughter - around 35 years old.  She's wearing a lovely white dress with a purple floral print.  She has a purple short cardigan and the most amazing lilac silk platform pumps on her feet.

The pair of them are accompanied by a standard poodle.  White/blonde, the poodle is an elegant dog.  Not clipped or trimmed, but au naturel.  Nonetheless very elegant.

As they get close to me, the dog drops to its haunches and takes a dump.

I appreciate that this has to happen so, in itself, the act of the dog shitting doesn't really offend me.

However what happened after DID offend me.

The daughter bent down and picked up the dog shit.  She picked up all four/five pieces and took them over to, and dropped them into the nearest bin.

She did this totally bare-handed.  I mean really.  No glove, no bag, no nothing.

She then took out of her pocket a tissue.  She wiped the shit off her fingers onto the tissue and returned it to her pocket.

The mother turned to her.  She was clearly as amazed by this behaviour as the rest of the people in the street.

"You may have had a good education," she said in French to her daughter, " but you are a fucking idiot".

And with that, the daughter slapped her (with her shitty fingers) and walked off.

The dog, torn between the two of them, didn't know which way to go.

As the mother stood there crying, I ended my phone call and returned to my beer.

Really, some things you just couldn't make up.  

Nasty, nasty, nasty.