Ann Whitehurst

Something disturbed me yesterday evening.

I took my son to a neighbor's house for a birthday party. Everyone was out playing in the yard. The hostess came over to where we were playing with a ball and saw a pile of dog poop on the ground. No big deal, I thought. I mean, they do have a dog and I know to look out where my son is walking anyway. But the hostess couldn't believe that it was there for some reason and, in disgust, picked up the pile of poop BARE-HANDED and took it away.

I thought to myself, "Isn't poop in your hand more disgusting than poop on the ground?"