Vested Interests

Some time ago, I attempted to try my luck at speed dating. I really had no interest in anyone I met that night, but to experience the full effect, I checked yes on 10 different names of guys with whom I was willing to exchange emails. Out of the 10 names I checked, only three checked me. I communicated with only one via email and agreed to meet for Sunday morning coffee. How can you be any safer than that?
As we were chatting in the coffee shop, a young woman walked in with her service dog. The dog had his “working” vest on. I couldn’t see any apparent disability but what did I care? Obviously, my coffee date did!
“You see that girl over there?” he asked. “Well, she’s just one of those people that puts those special vests on her dog so she can take him into public places.”
He proceeded to tell me that his personal dog trainer had told him that anyone can buy the working vests on the internet. I tried to act like this was world breaking news, but I could care less. Then, the young woman walked past us.
“Excuse me,” he said, addressing her. “Can I ask you a question?”
She said sure and he proceeded to ask her about the exact nature of her disability and why it would warrant her having the service dog. I wanted to crawl under the table. She immediately looked at me and then back to him.
“I’m sorry,” she replied. “I don’t feel comfortable sharing that.”
All I could think was: OMG, get me out of here! She went into the restroom and he continued to tell me that she must be lying otherwise she would have just told him. Was he really that stupid? I wondered. This was a 40-something-year-old-man, not an immature kid.
He then asked me if he should apologize to her when she came back out and explain why he had asked. I told him that I thought he should leave well enough alone at this point. That was exactly what I did after I excused myself and left.


