When I stepped onto the subway this morning, it smelled as though someone had taken a dump in the car. I walked toward the other end of the car, but the smell persisted. I glanced around but didn’t see any stray fecal matter on the floor. I suppose that it could have been hiding in one of the far corners.
The odor was nauseating. At the next station, I dashed over to a neighboring car, which smelled normal by subway standards.
I got off at my normal stop. As I was walking the rest of the way to the office, I saw a man walking a large brown dog. The dog had decided to take a dump in the middle of a street. It was a small, quiet street, but one car did come along. The car had to stop and wait for the dog to do its business. The dog seemed to be having some trouble with the process, but the driver waited patiently.
The moral of the story: Some days go to shit, and some days just start that way.
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