So you walk your dog in the evening after work. Dog usually doesn't poo because dog doesn't eat much during the afternoon. Either way, I have my doggy bag carrying bone thing. So you get a grassy area and as your dog is grazing, people happen to be passing by or coming home. Dog gets in pooing position and neighbors watch and glare. I reach for a bag, and low and behold ti's out and I need to put in a refill. But let me ask you this, does it ever run through your mind "Fuck, these people are going to think I'm some kind of an asshole to not pick the shit up, even if I'm walking back to get a bag.". So I contemplate between picking up the dookey with my hands or going for a bag at home. So naturally I got with the choice that doesn't involve me picking up my dog's turd. As I headed back, I heard the wife say "I knew it" and shortly after, I hear, "HEY YOU!" like 3 times. I turn around and her husband is cursing at me and telling me to "Pick the fucking dog shit up!". I raise up the holder and say, it's out of bags, chill out. Wife chimes in and says, and repeats what he says and he says the same goddamn thing afterwards. So I roll my eyes, head back, refill, and head outside to get the mail at the same time. He's still outside moving the car and getting the mail. I pick the shit up and chuck it from the grass area at the trash can where he's at. Sadly, it goes in and I walk up next to him and get my mail. Seriously, you must be living a sad sad life if you really need to bitch and escalate a situation like that. Living in Irvine and acting like your some badass asian gangster =/.
ATTN: THIS IS AN APARTMENT COMPLEX, NO LAWNS, YARDS OR HOUSES INVOLVED.
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UPDATE: DIAGRAM
ATTN: THIS IS AN APARTMENT COMPLEX, NO LAWNS, YARDS OR HOUSES INVOLVED.
I failed to clarify this.
UPDATE: DIAGRAM