As I sat there, I shifted my foot and realized that there was something slippery on the bottom of my shoe. I shifted my foot again. No doubt about it. I had stepped in the mother of all dog poops.
I discreetly sniffed the air and could detect no odor of "dog's droppings." Whew. I made sure not to shift my foot again for the rest of the trip.
|If you don't understand what this picture is doing here, please don't trouble yourself about it.|
Utterly bemused, I made my way onto the train.
P.S. Sorry for the really lame pun in the title. I figured it was better to have a lame pun as a title than something about poop.