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That Can’t Be Good

I was just sitting here at my desk, thinking to myself “Wow, it really smells like someone stepped in dog crap.”

So I do the obligatory shoe-check, even though I should have smelled it long before now. So I just immediately assume someone sitting in a cube near me stepped in it during a lunchtime walk.

But just now, I realized that the smell is coming from my trash can, and it’s from the part of my lunch that I didn’t finish. There is just no way to put a good spin on this. (But it didn’t taste like dog crap!)