Frankly, I thought this would cause some sort of citywide outrage but I’m disappointed in the lack of interest on the part of the local police and the several private detectives I’ve contacted to crack the case.
I mean, who knows what kind of terrible act of depravity this criminal will astound us with next! If he can crap in my garage what’s to keep him from pissing in your garden next week and using your Pomeranian to exfoliate when he takes a hose shower in the alley?
It’s a slippery slope people and crime doesn’t disappear all by itself.
Count me out though. No way I’m sitting in that freezing hell hole to lie in wait for some demented lunatic to have an urgent bowel movement.
Time moves on. It becomes less of an issue. I become adept at parking on the left side of the poop because no one can summon the courage to pick up someone elses feces and it’s much easier to exit the car without visual contact and be able to walk away with no guilt feelings. Because, honestly wouldn’t you rather just pretend it’s not there and let it disintegrate and blow away like nature intended?
