The scene: several Filipino maids sitting and chatting beside a quiet residential street. Each has a dog in her charge, plus newspaper and water bottles for mess-cleaning; the canines are also relaxing and enjoying one another’s company.
A middle-aged white woman – expat housewife from central casting – approaches, presumably on her way to manicurist-spa-yoga thing. Upon seeing the amahs-with-canines gathering, she slows. Then, in a loud bossy voice, she asks whether the amahs aren’t under orders to walk the dogs, and delivers a hectoring lecture on how the creatures need to be exercised for the sake of their (the mutts’) health. Isn’t that what your employers are paying you to do?
The domestic helpers cunningly lied/politely explained that they had already done the walking bit, and how the dogs always sat together afterwards, and basically waffled and yacked the snotty ma’am on her way.
(Didn’t have presence of mind to video the proceedings; the photo is of a similar but different instance of this very common pet-servant-mutual-lethargy syndrome.)