And as I sand there, still in the parking lot, still afraid to step too near, a man wearing jeans, leather and lots of meatal, with cropped yellow hair that looks like he’s stuck his head in a bowl of turmeric appears from the upstairs apartment. His large dog leaps out past him and races down the open metal stairs.
I turn sideways as the dog comes to a halt just inches away from me, where it remains growling.
The man doesn't call the dog off and he’s near me now, demanding what I’m doing on his property.
I can’t help but point out in as pleasant a voice as I can muster, that I am actually in the parking lot for the store, but…., “fair enough” I tell him as I start to walk away.
The dog continues to circle me.
And I observe to the yellow haired man, that the nasty man has left the main floor apartment.
“Yeah, I’m glad” he snarls, but now the dog has headed back up the stairs, so he follows.