Don’t you hate it when reality steps all over your pre-conceived notions?

Every morning, when I run along the bay, I see an old lady with her dog. She doesn’t move very fast, but she’s out there rain or shine. I’ve never said anything to her, but I have a commanding respect for her because she’s still trying to get some exercise even though it’s obviously difficult for her.

Today during my run, I see the old woman, but something is odd. Usually when I’m heading out, she’s approaching me, but today she’s headed back the other way. This is extremely strange until I see the reason why. Her dog just took a massive dump in the middle of the jogging path, and she wasn’t going to pick it up. My mind raced… Maybe it wasn’t her? No, there’s no one else around and there was no other access to the path at that point. Maybe the poop is old? No, it’s steaming (California, believe it or not is quite chilly in the morning). Damn, it was the old lady’s dog.

So I had a dilemma –do I say something to her or just keep running. Not wanting my first words to her to be accusatory, I just kept on running, but it really stinks to know that her dog is the one who has been messing up the trail. Now instead of being the old sweet lady that’s out there every day, she’ll be the poop lady.

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