I stepped in some cat shit today. If you’re not familiar with feline faeces they tend to be smaller than the dog variety but pack a much more potent olfactory irritant. In other words - they stink. It may surprise you to learn then that I didn’t notice I had stood in it until after I had reached the staff room at work, by which time I had managed to trample it through most of the store. No-one, especially those hard-working members of the cleaning department, were pleased with me. I couldn’t really care less, until I realised that the car park is rather devoid of cats at all times, meaning I must have stood in it BEFORE arriving at work, which meant I must have had it on my shoes while driving in… and sure enough - TheLoveMachine STINKS. God knows how I didn’t notice earlier. I blame the fact that the heater doesn’t work, and the fact that I don’t really wake up enough to smell properly until after 11am. That poor vehicle has had some run-ins with animals. Cats piss, dog hairs, all manner of different shite-stains. I may as well leave the bloody doors open every night and let Nature do what it wants with it. In the meantime, I shall get the plebs at the Car Wash near the bus station to clean out the innards for a tenner. I hope they spend the tips they get on nose-plugs.
RC 13-2-13
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