A poop story. Somehow this has happened to me twice in one lifetime.

So I was at a store yesterday. I’ll spare you the name of the store – after this you might not want to shop there anymore - I was walking around and began to smell poop. I just thought that maybe the bathroom had backed up due to all the rain we have been having. Then I saw a head of me, well, I saw poop on the ground and in the same eye sweep, a man looking down at his son who was sitting a few feet from the poop. He was saying, “See what you just stepped in? See what happens when you don’t watch where you are going?” I don’t know what I was more appalled with – the poop on the ground or the fact that a man, presumably the boy’s father, was looking down at his son and yelling at him for not assuming he needed to watch out on the floor for poop. The poor kid was just looking sadly up at his dad. Poor kid. How was that his fault? So back to the poop...I was able to compose myself and went to another part of the store. I heard workers complaining and was able to learn that a woman apparently just pooped and let the poop out of her underwear. At different places in the store. Lots of customers had stepped in the poop and tracked it all over the place. At this point – I did have to leave. This reminded me of the time Mom, Magg and I were at Solo Serve and mom stepped on a turd. I must have been 10 years old. Magg says she remembers that day too. I mean, what type of person allows this behavior of themselves? I hardly ever show enough skin for a summer wardrobe and there are people (I think I can make this statement plural – being that statistically this must happen a lot because it’s happened twice just to me!) out there who while in public pull down their pants and let nature happen? I refuse to think that is natural. Is this a message to myself? Is life yelling, “See what you just stepped in? See what happens when you don’t watch where you are going?”

Microsoft WORD is telling me that turd is spelled incorrectly. Ha.

-Short Legs Magee