Pleasant Moment of Life, Feb 26, 2012
Forgive me for I am going to talk dirty.
A couple of mornings ago, I was riding my bike around Mountain House (a small town in California). As I was enjoying the usual quiet of my route, I saw an old man picking at a cherry tree. I was instantly upset because these cherries are my favorite flowers in the neighborhood. Never mind they are kind of weak and skinny-looking now because it's early spring and they just started budding. They will be beautiful and bodacious in no time. How dare he trespass against my beloved flora for no apparent reason?
As I was huffing and puffing trying to get close to see what was going on, I saw him bend down and sweep a nice scoop of doggie poop from the side- walk to the bushes where pedestrians wouldn't be interested in stepping on.
I was quite ashamed of my quick suspicion. To redeem myself, I copied his nasty but noble act a few times on my way home.
