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So this weekend the lovely bizbe and I ventured down to chinatown for some yummy dim sum (chinese tapas, for those of you who don't know which end is up). We then wandered around chinatown because bizbe wanted anime stickers for her cell phone. All in all, a lovely saturday.

Then it happened.

A philadelphia policecar's double parked on an already congested chinatown street. The sirens' weren't on but the lights were flashing. There were three officers gathered around a frail, old chinese man. The chinese man was just sitting on the sidewalk, hands in cuffs behind him. In front of him was a plastic aquarium box with about 15-20 little turtles.

The old man was getting arrested by 3 of philly's finest for selling turtles.

Being the bastard that I am, I went over to the cops and asked what the hell was this man was being arrested for...

"Selling dangerous live animals without a permit."

The old man obviously can't speak english, because he was really confused as to why he's in handcuffs. All he managed to do was to hand over to the police a small plastic bag with his insulin in it. It's kinda sad that even though he's not sure why they're arresting him, he instinctively knows that he'll be gone for a while...

I asked the cops why were the handcuffs neccessary and when did selling turtles become an arrestable offense?

"Don't worry, we'll let him go in a little while...he'll be alright."

Wait. So what's all this, posturing?! All I can do was to leave them with my snarky retort,

"Good to know in this day and age that we're investing our law enforcement resources into protecting the citizens from turtles..."

f'in bastards.

Yes. I know all about the fact that these turtles might carry diseases. (a f'in local station just aired a piece about how "dangerous" these turtles are...) But seriously folks. Give the guy a warning, perhaps a ticket (if you really fee like a dick) but not freaking handcuffed in the middle of the street by 3 cops!!

Meanwhile the president of the charleton heston fan club is still busy around where my folks live picking people off with a high powered rifle...

*disclaimer: if you're the president of charleton heston's fan club and for some inane reason you've searched for yourself and ended up here...

get bent.

Back to the turtles. I believe the local spca came and confiscated the turtles.

I felt bad because there was nothing I could really do to help the poor old man out. damn it!

Alright. Moving on.

Here's another thing that's been on my mind lately.

As some of you know, I have a little pug. His name is Tyler and he's almost a year old...just the cutest little thing ever. Thus, it's not surprising that people love to stop us on the streets to play with him while we're on our little strolls, and (when I'm in a good mood) I'm totally fine with that. However, there's this 1 guy who washes cars by my apt who always makes a big deal when he sees Tyler and then always purposely let Tyler lick his face.

You know where I'm going with this.

One night last week I sorta told the guy that I'm trying to train Tyler not to jump on people and not to lick people faces. He just looked at me dejectedly and said ok.

Am I wrong for not wanting my dog to lick strangers? If so then why the hell am I feeling so bad about it?

Can you feel my pain?

Argh. Sometimes I feel like an idiot contemplating shit like "other people's feelings."

Sigh. I must be getting old.