Thursday, September 27, 2012

Now It's Personal

If you're one of the two people that actually read my blog then you may remember this story.  If you have stumbled upon this blog by mistake and have no interest in reading the back story then you can kiss my butt and get out of here.

That was kind of rude, wasn't it?  Let me apologize.  If you are new to this site then let me say, "Welcome".  Now, please click this above link so you can get caught up with the rest of us and then I can continue with my story.

Here's my tale of woe;

I got off of work yesterday and as I get to my car I see a pile of dog poop the size of small child sitting right beside the driver's door of my car.  Since I drive a Fiat, the pile was actually blocking a good portion of the view of my car.

I know that pile wasn't there when I got out of my car in the morning.  Heck, I couldn't have gotten out of my car if it had been there.  That means that the dog (and I'm convinced it's the same one that stole my tacos) had made an effort to cozy up to my car and do his dirty, sinful business.  It looked like he had been saving up for a while before he did it too.  I didn't check but I'm willing to bet that there was some Mexican food mixed in there as well.

I got in the passenger side and crawled across to the driver's side like I was crawling through a rabbit hole while carrying Santa's toy bag on my back.  Again, let me say... it's a small car!

In case that dog happens to be reading this blog, let me take this opportunity to quote several '90s movies, "IT'S ON!"

Don't judge me,
Opus T. Penguin

1 comment:

  1. HA HA HA!!!! The mental picture I got while reading this was of Mr. Bean in that same situation---Priceless ;o)


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