A REAL SCREAMER

Rerun from 2009. 

After accepting a buy out from the power company, I picked up a job as a toll collector.  The turnpike exit was near my house and I wasn't quite ready for full retirement at 54.  

Working as a toll collector would appear to be a really brain numbing job.  Car after car after car,  only broken up by an occasional truck. Pure monotony-ville. 

What made it a fun job though were the people we met for brief encounters.  Some became regulars, but usually you only had a moment to maybe brighten a person's day. Our 15 second friends.

We would sometimes get attached to the regulars. A father picking up his son each weekend from his ex wife.  College kids with back seats full of dirty laundry going home for a Mom fix, truckers on regular runs,  highway patrol officers and adult kids visiting parents.

A young couple in the latter group became two of my favorites. They came through every Friday night to visit her family for the weekend. They were a darling couple who had a little Maltese. The dog was small, white, scruffy and a wee bit smelly.

Not my picture but looks just like her.

The first time they came through, traffic was quite slow. The dog jumped up on the car door so I reached out to pet her. While chatting with the young couple, I held the dogs head in both hands and rubbed her ears.

The next Friday was a holiday so the lines were a bit long and I kept hearing a dog screaming a few cars back. It was my young couple and when they pulled up, the little white dog cried and cried till I held her head once again. The couple told me that she started screaming as soon as they pulled on to the exit ramp. This was new behavior to them.

I forgot about it till next Friday when I once again heard the screaming. This was not barking, it was screaming like they were tearing the legs off the dog. Again, the dog quit when I touched her, though she did try to climb out of the car into my arms. The couple said it was really embarrassing for people were looking at them while they were in line like they were abusing the little dog.

This routine went on for several months. The poor harried couple were unable to stop the screaming.  Sometimes the lines were 1/2 a mile long on busy nights, so it could on for 10 minutes or so. That is a huge assault on the ears. 

The other collectors would laugh and say, "Here comes Patti's dog." No one could miss her wail. We all felt the little dog knew me from a former life. We could think of no other explanation for the intense connection.

One day the couple told me that the parents were moving and they would no longer be coming through on Fridays. Swear to God, that day as we said good bye, the little dog screamed as they pulled away. Again a new behavior.

No I never saw any of them again but I do still think about  them on occasion, especially that little dog. Can't help but think the "parents moving" was just an excuse and that they were just taking another route to avoid the harrowing ritual. I couldn't blame them.

Wonder who that little dog and I were to each other in her other life? Must have been special. She still pops into my mind when ever I see  a little white dog.

Did you ever form an inexplicable bond with a strange animal or perhaps a complete stranger?  Perhaps a past life connection?  Maybe you married them--the stranger that is, not the animal:))