The apartment complex I live at has group mail boxes in different places, sort of like this but more utilitarian-there’s no pretty finial on the top.
Mine is in front of a breezeway which has apartments on both sides of it. There’s a bit of lawn in front of the breezeway, with sidewalks. One of the tenants has a really cute beagle, and he’s very nice, but since the snow fell, I’ve noticed he doesn’t always pick up the pooch poo. It’s unsightly, not to mention unsanitary, and every time I’ve gone to check my mail, I think to myself, “Pick up your dog’s poop, for ****** sake!”.
Well, today I was walking Daisy, and he was coming home and said “hello, how are you?” to me. I said “fine, thanks, how are you?” all the while my brain was screaming “PICK UP YOUR DOG’S POOP!”. I felt like I was two-faced, but I can’t think fast enough to say “by the way, is that your dog’s poop, or has someone else not been picking up after their dog?”, because that’s entirely possible. There are people who don’t seem to grasp the concept that other people might be walking on the grass, and step in something they don’t want to step in. This really gets my goat since that reflects badly on all dog owners who walk their dogs. Maybe I don’t have enough to do, but sometimes I get so riled up that I wish I could spend the day sitting out of sight, waiting to catch the offenders. I’d pick up after their dog, tie a pretty ribbon around the bag’s opening and attach a note saying “I think you forgot this” and drop it at their door. That’s a lot nicer than what I’d really like to do, which is deposit their dog’s leavings on their doorstep. That wouldn’t be very nice.
As it is, I’ll probably wind up picking up the offending poop myself. Sigh.




























Welcome to my ordinary (and sometimes not-so-ordinary) life. 
