Sphincters Abound

So, I'm sitting in my friend's car after class tonight, checking out my Avon purchases (urgh - I'm old) when along comes this dog. He's an odd looking fellow, sorta Australian Shepherd gone wrong but I like dogs in general and miss having one, so I paid him a little more attention than I generally would.

He trotted up to the front door of the building that I study in and started to squat. I opened the car door and yelled at him, "move it along buddy, we don't need that here!" As I did, I sensed a presence rushing toward me. It was a grey haired man with a big red face striding toward me aggressively while the dog dropped a steaming loaf exactly one step outside the door. The leash in the man's hand gave me an inkling as to who his dance partner was.

So, I wait to see what he's going to do. Nobody was as shocked as I when he strode on by. I must have caught some attitude from Buffalo today because I shouted after him, "Hey! Are you not gonna pick that up!?! Cause I'm really not looking forward to standing in that tomorrow!"

I know you'll be as surprised as I was to learn that he didn't respond to my question. He didn't look back. His stride broke only slightly as he quickened his pace. I hope his ears are still ringing with the last word I lobbed at him as he sped off into the distance.

Asshole.