| Comment | Daft little story, but a number of years ago there was a huge kerfuffle in our close/set of tenements about whose dog was shitting in the garden.
I even joked about it with the neighbour, who had a terrier called Archie.
Then one morning Archie's dog walker came out, he shat directly in front of her and that was that. One of those moments you're so excellently gobsmacked, nothing comes out, the moment just passed.
I always found that funny, weirdly: everyone was getting so paranoid and 'how could a resident, someone we know, be doing this?' and all along it was some woman who just didn't give a fuck. |
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