Three-Ring Circus

When the circus is in town, people go in droves to see the trained performers, both human and animal.  I was taken to the circus as a small child, and the only thing I remember well is getting to sit on an elephant.  Even today, I would be more interested in the animal acts, but why pay when I can see animal performances for free?

One place I never expected to see such an act was a gas station.  I don’t enjoy filling up the car, as the sources of contamination are legion, so I certainly don’t need some rogue animal making the process more difficult.  One particular day, standing there by the car, I noticed a dog lurking around the station.  Then the thing started coming toward my car.  I was nervous at first – I am wary of strange dogs – but after watching him, he appeared to be harmless.  And here I made a mistake:  I let down my guard.  I turned away for a moment to look at the gas pump, and the creature climbed right in my car!  There was another mistake:  leaving my car door ajar.  And the dog didn’t just plant itself in the driver’s seat.  No, it had to contaminate as much of my car as possible; it kept going until it reached the passenger’s seat.  I could not believe my eyes.  This was another example of something that could not be planned for.  I walked around, opened the door, and scolded my wannabe passenger until he decided that he should exit.

I wanted to have a meltdown right there, but it was a public place with cameras, so I held myself together.  I walked around to the pump to finish my transaction, and that’s when I discovered that I was dealing with a well-trained circus dog.  Well, maybe not, but he definitely had a trick up his canine sleeve.  He walked right around the vehicle and hopped in again!  He was determined that we were going to take a ride together.  The damage had already been done, so the second invasion didn’t make matters worse, but I didn’t want to spend all day chasing a dog either.  So before going to scold him again, I closed the driver’s side door.  (He probably got excited, thinking he had won.)  I didn’t want to get in the car to drive home in my filthy car, but what choice did I have?  Naturally, the car had to be super-cleaned and I had to take a super-shower that night.

Another time I was in a grocery store, and I encountered a much smaller creature.  This creature had a tiny trick of its own – it appeared out of thin air.  I was standing in the checkout line, when I saw a strange movement in the cart.  It was something on my purse, which was sitting in the kiddie seat.  I looked closer, and there was a black spider crawling out of my purse!  As I have arachnophobia, I was panicked and didn’t know what to do.  I didn’t want to make a scene, and somehow, while trying to decide my next move, I lost track of the spider.  I don’t know if I was looking at the other people to see if they could sense my panic, or if I was moving forward in the line, but for a brief moment I wasn’t paying attention, and it disappeared.  That really was a circus spider, appearing and disappearing right in front of me.  I unloaded my groceries onto the counter, but every time I touched something, I was afraid I was going to pick up the spider.  I didn’t see it anywhere, so I was worried that it had dropped back down into my purse.  How I was able to get money out of my purse to pay is a blur.  I was paranoid all the way home.  I had placed my purse on the passenger’s seat, but I had to glance at it every five seconds to see if the spider was crawling out again.  It didn’t.  I took my purse in the house and set it on a counter.  I put on gloves and dumped everything out of my purse, poised to jump back away from the spider at any moment.  I looked over the contents.  No spider.  I moved things around.  No spider.  I tentatively looked inside the purse.  Still no spider.  That was a great disappearing act.  I never found it, but I ended up throwing out the purse.  It’s a good thing I had a backup purse.

I think I will stay home the next time the circus is in town.  I’m not such a fan of performing animals after all.


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I am a female in my early 40's who has been dealing with OCD since age 10 and a fear of germs since 14.
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