January 12, 2007
I Stepped In It
Dear Co-Workers & Cube Neighbors,
Please pardon the smell.
It's not me. It's the puppy poop on the bottom of my shoe.
Yeah, I just noticed it.
"How did you JUST NOTICE the stench of feces following you everywhere?!" you ask.
You raise a good point, but clearly, you don't understand the world in which I live.
It's a world in which puppy pee is clear and insidiously invisible, until it has saturated your sock. A world in which tiny puppy poop is indistinguishable from an autumn leaf in the back yard. A world in which the smell of pee and puppy breath and harsh cleansers have numbed my sense of smell to all else.
Yes, I have cleaned it off my shoe. (Thank God I keep Lysol Wipes in my desk.)
I'm just really, really, really glad that the smell didn't turn out to be eminating from me.
I would have worn my other brown shoes today, but those are covered in even more poop than these are and are currently sitting on my back stoop, waiting for me to work up enough courage to face them. Or throw them away.
Thank you for your understanding.
Respectfully yours,
Wenchie
Comments
Oooh, that's good. I wore my 'dog park' shoes to work one day, because they matched my work casual outfit. A corworker walks in 'you have dog poop on your shoes'. She laughed and walked out.
Posted by: Hope at January 14, 2007 07:28 PM