Post work Toad and I set off for a 3 mile run. Ross declined because of his nasty cold. As is often the case, Toad pooped within the first block. When this happens I bag the poop and place it on the outer part of the sidewalk, next to a tree or at the edge of a driveway, for pick-up on my return. I never leave it unbagged on someone's yard. As per usual I picked up the poop from some guy's yard and placed it at the outer edge of the sidewalk. Then Toad and I continued - down Brookside, across the creek, to the corner of 44th street, and along 44th Street for about a block.
At this point I heard a voice over my shoulder; "Hey, you forgot something." I turned to see a guy on a bicycle, just as he tossed something at me. It hit the ground at my feet - the bag of Toad's poop.
Instantly I yelled at his retreating form (he biked past me and up the street), "I was going to pick it up on my way back!" He looked back, shaking his head. My disbelief blossomed into outrage. I screamed after him, "I WAS GOING TO PICK IT UP! I DO IT ALL THE TIME!"
I bent to pick up the poop, suddenly shaking with anger - and tears. The old guy tending his lawn nearby asked if I was OK; I said yes, but shook my head, fighting back tears.
It's not that this was so horrible and evil. It's just that it seems like such a ineffective and childish way for him to deal with his issues. I ALWAYS pick up Toad's poop, so he can't have been mad about me leaving bags behind. And he didn't try communicating with me. He threw poop at me! What an asshole! It's just such an absolute lack of respect. I respect the owners of the lawns - I bag the poop, I don't leave it.
So. That's all.
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