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I live in the sticks so don't have passersby, have no friends or relatives so I don't get company, and work 14 hours a day so I don't have a lot of time for my little canine companions through the week. Therefore on weekends, we kinda hang out together. This includes taking them to the store when I go grocery shopping and they wait in the car, people-watching from whatever window they choose to gaze out of. During the heat of summer, though, I leave them home. I don't have air-conditioning at home, but we know the inherent dangers of keeping them in a closed car. Today, however, I was running into the small town I share a zip code with to do a series of quick errands: I had to pick up a prescription, stop at the hardware store and get a tube of Liquid Nails, run into the butcher shop, and wanted to pick up a $5 Subway sub. I figured they might enjoy the scenery and a little time in the comfort of the air-conditioning of the car.
I took the spare set of keys, figuring since I'd be in no one place for more than 5-10 minutes, I could just leave the engine and AC running, set the emergency break, lock them up, run in, hop back in the car and move onto the next step and repeat the process.
I went to the pharmacy first, parking in front of the door so they could see me at all times (yes, they are really that spoiled and panic-ridden at the thought I might abandon them). Imagine my surprise when I walked out the pharmacy door to see one of my little hounds from hell had apparently stepped on the window button (they were locked, but it doesn't work for the driver's window), rolled it down, and was sitting there on the sidewalk looking pretty as a picture, patiently waiting for me, while his partner in crime was just looking out over the dashboard still trying to figure out how Rocky had escaped.
I don't know whether it was just dumb luck that he happened to step on the button to lower the window or not, but not wanting to take a chance, I am sitting here medicated, but without my Liquid Nails, no meat, and gnoshing on a peanut butter sandwich instead of my Subway Club.
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