Every day, I take my 11 pound dog for a walk. On this day, it was particularly cold and the usual hour long sniffing adventure turned into an immediate squat. She soon took care of her business and the work began. This requires the most work because, on a scooter, it takes taking off my gloves, getting the poop bags out of my jacket, opening up the almost vacuum packed seal (who makes these stupid things?) and positioning the scooter so I can bend over with the bag over hand.
Usually I turn off the power of the scooter to be safe, but today for some reason, I forgot. I placed the leash on the handle bar which sits right beside the power button and the accelerator of the scooter. Of course the wedging of the leash on the handle without turning off the power caused the scooter to move.
So backward I went. As I scrambled to get the leash off and turn off the power button, I began to slowly spin backward. I whizzed by a parking meter, spun in another circle and began my descent down the hill beside the road. I straddled the seat and placed my feet on the ground in case I fell off and the scooter got away from me. All this and I had to hold on to my dog too.
Crap! This scooter has a mind of its own!
Finally, I yanked the leash off the handle and hit the power button, off.
After a few breaths and a giggle, I powered the scooter back on and got onto the sidewalk. My dog, acting as if nothing happened, rose up her nose to the sky and together we moved toward more grass patches along the road outside our condo community.