this morning #1237.

this morning, no more than forty-five seconds into my walk to work, i put my foot down straight into a pile of dog shit. hopefully dog shit. my shoe sank straight in. like butter. i lost balance but avoided landing my hand in the surprise as i braced myself from falling onto the sidewalk. thank god for these elite reflexes. there’s still the issue of the shit on the shoe. pro: i’m a few hundred feet from home. con: if i want to clean it off, i have to bring this shit shoe into my home. i slipped it off & one-shoe sock-hopped down the block. when i reached my stoop, i slipped off the non-shit shoe & made my way inside. opted for a washing it off in the shower stall. when i got home later, the sour stench remained.