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A pattern has... spurted...

What was a freak occurance has given way to a more dastardly, yet reliable, affair.

There is no way to say this delicately, so I will place this behind a

Every Monday, I get off my train and walk upstairs to find a big pile of shit on the stairway. Sometimes on the stairs themselves, sometimes on the middle landing. All times requiring people to cleverly navigate around it. Unfortunately for folks less aware then I, there is always evidence that someone has already stepped into it.

This has now been the 3rd week in a row that I have found the offensive offering.

What a metaphor for Monday mornings.


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Nov. 13th, 2006 03:45 pm (UTC)
I keep coming back to this post...*thinking...He didn't...no Really...did he write?....he did!! Did he mean to?...I think he did!!

I am so very glad for your awareness.
Nov. 13th, 2006 04:28 pm (UTC)
Who is shitting on the stairway ???
Nov. 13th, 2006 04:39 pm (UTC)
Listen to the last segment of this week's This American Life — the Davis Sedaris piece…
Nov. 13th, 2006 05:37 pm (UTC)
be thankful that you were at least awake enough to notice that it was there. :)
Nov. 13th, 2006 07:24 pm (UTC)
Perhaps it is performance art? A commentary on workday ethos. Or pathos.

Kudos to you for not stepping in it!
Nov. 13th, 2006 08:51 pm (UTC)
Makes me happy to live in (comparatively) the middle of nowhere.
Nov. 16th, 2006 04:24 am (UTC)
I'm sorry, but I miss you and don't know how else to get your attention!
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