I was at work last week, getting an odd smell, and I knew I had showered and was clean, but the odour kept following me. Later on in the morning, when my tea had made its way to my bladder, I went to the bathroom and as I looked down, there it was--pooh on my shoe! Well, it wasn't really pooh, it was what looked like a nest stuck right at the arch of my good sandals! It was like a handful of hay from the henhouse that had gotten glued together by hens' poop, and I must have walked into it when I was checking on the birds in the morning. Guess I shouldn't wear my good shoes to the barn!
A similar incident happened years ago when I worked at the Workers' Compensation Commission. I went home for lunch one winter with my long, high-heel white boots (how are ya) on. I used to be pretty stylish in my day, or so I thought! We had a cat in our apartment then, and unfortunately, when I removed my boots, I placed them close to the cat's litter box. The cat had done her business, then flicked the litter over it, but must have flicked some of her fresh poop towards my boots and it splattered all over the side of them, unbeknownst to me! Shortly afterwards, I was back at work, in the elevator WITH 4-5 people, and the stench obviously was coming from ME. I looked down, and was mortified to see that my boot was covered in pooh! Talk about embarrassing! I am none the worse for wear though.
The joys of having animals!
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