I was with my grandson a few months ago to get the mail. When I walked past the trash barrel I noticed a poo bag sitting on top of a bush near it. I often do pick up a stray piece of litter when I see it because it is so rare to see it in The Villages. So, I thought, what a goof the person was for missing the trash container and leaving the poo on top of the landscaping so I picked up the bag and tossed it in the trash, got my mail, and got back into the cart to glance at what mail I had received. To my pleasant surprise, I saw a man with his mail in hand and a small dog on a leash come from behind the mail building. He stopped by the trash bin and was looking around it. He even began sifting through the bushes near the trash bin. I have to give him credit that he really was searching almost desperately for that bag of poo. By that time, my grandson and I were chuckling so much we had smiles on our faces all the way home. We knew we had learned a valuable lesson to not make hasty assumptions.
