I’ve got a copilot.
Her name is June. She’s dirty, kind of smelly and often has a few remnants of last night’s dinner in her beard — but no one seems to mind.
Maybe because she’s a dog.
Actually, far from being a little repulsed by the fact that she eats food off the street and sometimes pees on sidewalks when she can’t make it to the grass — people really seem to love June.
Take, for example, the guy in the red Jeep next to me as I drove down North George Street on Monday afternoon.
We were stopped at a red light, and I watched out of the corner of my eye as he rolled down his window.
I didn’t want to stare, but June doesn’t care about social norms because, well, she’s a dog. She deadpanned him from my backseat.
What was he doing? I’ve never been hailed at a traffic light before.
I could see him looking over at me.
I pretended like I didn’t see him.
I saw him motioning his hand for me to roll down my window.
I checked that my doors were locked.
He held up a milkbone.
Then, I rolled down my window.
“I always carry them with me,” he said. “You know — in case I meet a dog on a walk or something.”
And he tossed the treat through my passenger-side window.
I laughed and thanked him.
York is a funny — and often sweet — place.
What are your favorite stories of random acts of kindness in York?