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8/7/2008 5:41:00 AM
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Re: I am speechless!
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When I lived in a third floor apartment I was an over-the-road truck driver, so I didn't get home too often. When I did get home I liked to relax and enjoy time with my wife.
One particular day I got home and she wasn't there. I sat myself on the couch and dozed while awaiting her return. When the door opened, and before I was really awake, the smell of something NASTY worked it's way into my nose. I looked up and asked "Did you step in dogshit?" Assured that she didn't I began to hear the following: "It's not me. It's the dogshit on the porch on the second floor. They take the dog in and keep him on the porch when it's raining. But they don't clean up the dogshit when he goes back outside."
I went downstairs and saw the piles on the porch. I knocked on the door and told the woman that lived there that she had to clean up the mess. She SCREAMED obscenities at me and slammed the door in my face. From past dealings (there was a time when she played that fuckin' "Yellow Ribbon" song OVER AND OVER, for hours a day, and it kept my wife up when she had to work nights) I knew I would fare better if I waited to talk to her husband. When he got home he pretty much told me he had no intention of cleaning dogshit from ANYWHERE, including the porch. He said "I don't know what the problem is. WE don't smell anything bad."
At that point I lost it. I told him if he didn't clean up after the dog I would get rid of the dog myself. But I reconsidered, as the problem wasn't the dog's fault. I said "If we are going to smell shit here, we are going to smell good, healthy, human shit-MINE. I told him I would shit in his shoes that he leaves by the door, and if he took them in at night I would shit on a rag and wipe it on his door every night until the mess on the porch was cleaned.
He moved three weeks later. As luck would have it, I got the apartment for a girl I was having fun with, and her husband, who also ran the road. I quit and got a local job. I stayed home more.
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