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.