Close Encounters of the Turd Kind

I had a horrible experience cycling this morning. I decided to take a footpath down by the river, but had forgotten how many dog owners walk their pets that way in the morning, and how few of them bother to carry bags for poop... I'm used to feeling mud and stones and things hitting me in the back after being flicked up by my back wheel, so I thought nothing of it when something splattered between my shoulder blades. It was only when I got home that I realised I had ridden thorough something left by a Great Dane with a bowel disorder, most of which was now steaming and drying on my T-shirt.
Filthy bastards.
Talk about a stench. I smell like one of Hannah's old boyfriends.

RC 27-8-09