You know those folks who stop in the doorway to chat as a theater is emptying, or talk on their phones at train-wreck volume in a restaurant? Here's the local entry into the Miss Self-Absorption Contest (owned, of course, by Donald Trump):
A woman is sitting outside a coffee shop on Main Street in EG Sunday morning chatting with a friend. Her small black dog is not on a leash and is wandering around the sidewalk. A customer walks out of the coffee shop with a tray of drinks, the dog runs between his legs, and he trips. The owner of the shop, standing outside, holds on to him to avoid him falling into the street.
The woman watches, doesn't get up, doesn't apologize, doesn't even check on her dog, but goes on chatting. When it's suggested that she put the dog on a leash, her intellectual response is, "Yeah, right!"
Maybe the animal care people should take the dog away, unless the dog is the one who takes care of the woman.