Anticipating a confrontation, I quickly packed all my stuff in the car: the stunt was over. Soon I saw a middle-aged man, walking quickly with his large dog. I must confess I'm terrible with dog breeds, but it was large, maybe a Great Dane or a Shih Tzu. Possibly a pug.
I didn't really have time to register the breed, because the dog began running quickly toward me, while barking and salivating. It would be an exaggeration to say the guy "unleashed his dog on me," it was more like he was allowing the dog to approach me quickly and viciously.
"Ivan Seidenberg?" I called out, running over quickly to fetch my camera. The crazy man and his dog were still several houses away.
"I'm not Ivan," yelled the man angrily, "but whatever you're doing, you need to stop now!"
"Okay!" I said, not needing any more encouragement. I retrieved the camera and ran back to the car. "Sorry about that!" I added, hopping in the car and speeding off.
While it was a shame that Ivan didn't come out to show his face, one thing's for sure: the members of Ivan Seidenberg's private community care more about their privacy than Verizon does about yours.
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