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Originally Posted by Trayderjoe
Ok, so I have never seen this before (nor do I want to again), and I would hope none of you have seen it as well. Bear with me as I set the scene for you......
Last night I was walking my dog along Stillwater and turned into the parking lot at Mallory Pool. There was a single golf cart parked in the first slot, with no one inside, nor did I see anyone around. My thought was that a person was walking their dog (or dogs) and might be behind the pool. We continued on walking along the sidewalk towards the postal station. My dog stopped, walked into the grassy area between the pool and the postal station, about 4-5 feet and stared. I always carry and use my flashlight so I shined it to the back area and a guy popped out from behind the hedges (he didn't have a dog), walked towards us and then veered through the landscaping to walk around the postal station as if he might be getting his mail.
My dog turned around and we proceeded to walk to check to see if I had mail, and then my dog decided he wanted to circle behind the postal station (yes he does have me well trained). My dog walked along the hedge row and then stopped near the hedges on the corner where the guy suddenly popped out. My flashlight revealed a surprise lying on the ground at the base of the hedge. Can you guess what the twist is? Well not quite that, but real close. Lying there was a pair of men's briefs which appeared to be freshly soiled. Needless to say, I wouldn't let my dog near it, we circled back around the postal station. When we got around to the front of the postal station, the guy who had popped out drives by in the golf cart I saw near the Stillwater side of the the pool area, and exits on the Odell side.
Now I will be the first to admit I did not see him leave this "package", but sometimes you just KNOW it. I decided to give him (or the culprit) the benefit of the doubt that he would go back and cleanup after himself. I waited to post this in the hopes that would happen, but the briefs were still there tonight.
So....a poop thread with a twist....another thread on the "entitled"...you can decide for yourself. I know, a cr*ppy situation  no matter which way you look at it. |
Around 1965, my dear grandfather was on a business trip by car when he developed what turned out to be a sudden allergy to wheat or gluten. Back then, not much was known about that, and he nearly died in the hospital before it was diagnosed. Anyway, he was in the road with uncontrollable runs. I remember him telling me that at one point he pulled over and did it in his shoe, as there was a lot of traffic and he couldn’t do it outside. He lamented that he had ruined a good pair of Florsheims.
Whoever this “culprit” was, I’m sure it was an emergency and that he is filled with shame over it. I hope he is okay now. I recall the motto of The Order of the Garter, an ancient British group of nobles. It’s in Norman French. “Honi soit qui mal y pense.” “Shamed be he who thinks evil”. It’s also on the Royal coat of arms.