If you live in a town or city, you must have at some point encountered this phenomenon.
The poo in a bag.
Literarlley.
They can be found all over town. -its not the kind of thing one seeks out, but you must have noticed them from time to time, right? The small plastic bag, the big knot, or open bag, randomly, anywhere.. Who does that? Who has the desire to go about doing such a thing? To achieve for such a thing to be widely enough spread to become a phenomenon, to be spread out trough out the parks, dangling from the bushes, threatening above from the trees and below from the pavement.. One has to undergo a whole disgusting preparatory process of placing the poo into a bag first..
The process consists of more or less this . People have a dog, the dog defecates on the pavement, the owner with a bag ready in their pocket, feels up, and squishes the poo about until they get it into the bag. They must feel an urge to vomit by than. However they have disciplined them self, despite instincts which urge them to run away as far as they can from the scene, to undergo the process, because of civilisation, cleanliness, hygiene, all valid enough reasons ..
But than why the fuck do they leave it about in town?
Every so often my son spots such a bag, and as happy as a cub-fox upon discovering an unusual scent, he asks, mummy what is inside? And is stunned at my yelling, DON'T TOUCH THAT. He had never opened one of these, but the nasty colour emerging trough the bag, the consistency and lack of form, are evidence enough of that being a DOG SURPRISE . Its not enough that people leave the dung in the parks, but they feel an irresistible urge to drop their poo bags on the main street, the Riviera, and so forth.
How do these bags end up on the streets?
I'm imagining a situation..Girl takes dog out of the apartment to go to the toilet, she carries a bag, collects the filth, replaces the knotted up bag into her pocket.. When on the horizon she sees the guy she has a crush on. Out of nervousness she squishes and moulds the dog poo in her pocket, as if it where a stress ball. The boy nears, says hello, whilst the girl is still holding the poo in her hand, which unnoticed has found its way out of her pocket. He stops, smiles at her, starts a conversation, than notices that she is crunching up something in her hand.. He asks what is that? The dog owner uncomfortably perspires and changes her facial colour to the red colour of shame, than as if scolded by it-launches the dog poo bag out of her hand as far away as she can, onto the street, and automatically kicks the dog who is to blame, up the arse.
The guy, astounded, does not understand, and walks on without asking the girl on a date.
And this most likely how the streets are piling up with bags of dog shit, probably all due to failed romance..
The poo in a bag.
Literarlley.
They can be found all over town. -its not the kind of thing one seeks out, but you must have noticed them from time to time, right? The small plastic bag, the big knot, or open bag, randomly, anywhere.. Who does that? Who has the desire to go about doing such a thing? To achieve for such a thing to be widely enough spread to become a phenomenon, to be spread out trough out the parks, dangling from the bushes, threatening above from the trees and below from the pavement.. One has to undergo a whole disgusting preparatory process of placing the poo into a bag first..
The process consists of more or less this . People have a dog, the dog defecates on the pavement, the owner with a bag ready in their pocket, feels up, and squishes the poo about until they get it into the bag. They must feel an urge to vomit by than. However they have disciplined them self, despite instincts which urge them to run away as far as they can from the scene, to undergo the process, because of civilisation, cleanliness, hygiene, all valid enough reasons ..
But than why the fuck do they leave it about in town?
Every so often my son spots such a bag, and as happy as a cub-fox upon discovering an unusual scent, he asks, mummy what is inside? And is stunned at my yelling, DON'T TOUCH THAT. He had never opened one of these, but the nasty colour emerging trough the bag, the consistency and lack of form, are evidence enough of that being a DOG SURPRISE . Its not enough that people leave the dung in the parks, but they feel an irresistible urge to drop their poo bags on the main street, the Riviera, and so forth.
How do these bags end up on the streets?
I'm imagining a situation..Girl takes dog out of the apartment to go to the toilet, she carries a bag, collects the filth, replaces the knotted up bag into her pocket.. When on the horizon she sees the guy she has a crush on. Out of nervousness she squishes and moulds the dog poo in her pocket, as if it where a stress ball. The boy nears, says hello, whilst the girl is still holding the poo in her hand, which unnoticed has found its way out of her pocket. He stops, smiles at her, starts a conversation, than notices that she is crunching up something in her hand.. He asks what is that? The dog owner uncomfortably perspires and changes her facial colour to the red colour of shame, than as if scolded by it-launches the dog poo bag out of her hand as far away as she can, onto the street, and automatically kicks the dog who is to blame, up the arse.
The guy, astounded, does not understand, and walks on without asking the girl on a date.
And this most likely how the streets are piling up with bags of dog shit, probably all due to failed romance..
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