I wrote the other day about some guy who had shit all over him. I quoted Monty Python & The Holy Grail. "How do you know he's the king?" "He hasn't got shit all over him."
I guess I'm not the king, either. I stepped in some dog poop and didn't realize it. I got it inside my car, on the floor of my house, on my shoes and even on my pants. And it was awful to clean up. Usually, around here, shit is frozen and not that much of an issue during the winter. but, I guess I managed to find some good fresh stuff.