This is for the person who left a dirty diaper on my car: It wasn’t carrying it across the parking lot to the trash that I minded (I could have tossed it on the ground, but unlike some I have respect for the ‘aina). It wasn’t even the fact that it was filled with a lot more than shi-shi. No, it was that you also left a nice big poop-stain hood ornament, which by the time I got home had hardened into a disgusting brown crust that had to be power-hosed off. I know being a parent is hectic, but that’s no excuse to make me quite literally put up with your crap.
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