Its a beautiful, crisp, cool morning during a very busy work week. Layered in running gear, music blaring, birds chirping, hand freezing, I head off for a quick jog before work. Panting, humming along with the music and wishing everyone I see a good morning, I failed to notice a little something....crap!
Literally dog crap! Right in the middle of the boardwalk.
Completely absorbed in my breathing, I failed to notice the land mine and was maybe 5 feet from the "drop spot" when I began to notice the stench that seemed to be following me. My bright white sneaker tainted brown, and the wooden boardwalk lined with my mud colored foot prints. What a great start to the day.
The people who say stepping in dog poop is good luck, have obviously never stepped in it!