An Eventful Evening
Last night as I was walking home, this man with a tall hat and a
very large dog that looked quite mean, as if it were about to
attack me at any moment. The dog, which had a nasty-looking sore on
its front left foot, causing it to limp as the owner kept pulling on
him to move faster than the dog was willing to go. Just then, a large
stone vase or something that was sitting on a ledge a few yards from
the dog and probably fifteen feet up, over an entrance to the subway.
With a strange annoying feeling in my stomach, a feeling of profound
frustration, as if something was missing. As I became aware of what
was happening, of the cruel trick that was being played on me, a trick
obviously designed to irritate me to no end. Exasperated, realizing
that not a single predicate would arrive and relieve me of this
horrible mental tension, leaving me to curse my wretched existence.