Thursday, July 02, 2009

Adventures on a Sidewalk

Every day on the walk home I encounter the same piece of dog poop. It's in the middle of the sidewalk. After weeks of sitting there it doesn't even look like poop anymore, just a clump of dirt that the flies abandon when I get too close. I forget that it's there every time, and every time I see it I almost step on it and every time I think Whew, that was close.

It reminds me of work somehow.

3 comments:

Biology Guy said...

Hmmm.

LC said...

I've noticed that guys seem to like to talk about poop, or at least they have no problem with it. I won't get into it, but from a girl perspective, this is a sign of some sort. Watch that tird carefully to uncover the deeper meaning.

Anonymous said...

LC it is a guy thing no matter how old we are. A guy can say to his friend, "smell this, it is really nasty." Sure enough his friend will take a sniff.

JP Jana and LC's Dad