Shitty Job

A few weeks ago, Mrs. Boss found an enema bag under the bench outside the studio. It was full. Last week, there was a long trail of horse poop down the alley. What was a horse was doing outside a yoga studio in downtown Baltimore? (I think there may still be some horse-based police officers in the city, but I have never seen them.) Then, yesterday at the corner of the street and alley, there was a big person-generated turd, which was sort of funny, because out of context it took me a minute to figure out what it was. In my day to day existence I rarely see person poop outside the confines of a toilet. With realization about my life, I find that I have one more thing to happy about.