Sometimes the type of people who I've encountered since moving back to Oak Park simply amazes me. My family lived in the village for four years when I was a kid and I loved every minute of it.
Exactly 20 years later, I find myself once again living in the village. Oak Park was not my first choice, but I found a lovely vintage condo that was just my style, and the price was right. I expected the panhandlers, the muggers, the occasional parking nightmare and a high school that will quickly turn into its neighbor to the west if it does not stop sugarcoating the source of its problems. But what I never expected was the [expletive deleted].
And I've encountered many of them, but today I met one who particularly ruffled my feathers. My adorable dog Max was relieving himself in front of a tree right near the edge of the street, as I spoke on the phone to my brother about our plans for the evening. Out of nowhere, a woman appears on the way to her car asking me if I am going to pick up his waste, and I had a bag tucked under my arm! Where this woman got off, accusing a fellow property owner and taxpayer of being negligent about pet waste, before my dog had even had a chance to finish answering nature's call, is beyond me. Of course, I called her out on this, and she got into her car without saying a word.
With a dog nearby, she was the one leaving with her tail between her legs. Perhaps she assumed that — due to my age, ethnicity and ability to talk on a cellphone whilst walking my dog — that I am able to live in the village only as a result of subsidized housing and, therefore, am one of those people. At least I can laugh knowing that, due to the collapse of the real estate market, I probably paid way less to live among these jerks than she did.
Some people in the village really need to start minding their own business. The hypocrisy of Oak Park has reared its ugly head once again.