Saturday, October 21, 2006


Sarah was at the mall, and she walked into forever21, her source for sassy, inexpensive, poorly manufactured clothing. As she entered, she stepped in shit—human shit.

It was subsequently determined that the source of the offending substance was, most likely, a recently departed (and, obviously, poorly secured) toddler. I suppose that, somehow, makes it better. Child poo is, by some deeply ingrained poo-metric formula, better than adult poo. But really, it's not what one is looking for when one is shopping for sassy, inexpensive, poorly manufactured clothing.

They were kind enough to provide her with paper towels.

And so, as all food ends in feces, food week ends in inconclusive and unpleasant stories about feces. We have arrived, so to speak, at the end of the line. Good night.


  1. Anonymous8:55 PM

    They should have given Sarah a sassy, inexpensive, poorly constructed clothing item . Honestly, stepping in poo as I come in the door-little one's or not - would not make me want to return

  2. Anonymous8:28 AM

    I used to be a lifeguard, and I once had a poorly secured 8 year poop in my pool... I'd rather step in than scoop it out of the deep end. Poor Sarah though... she really does deserve many articles of sassy, inexpensive poorly constructed clothing. And lots of clorox wipes to clean off her shoes...