Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I think there's shit on your back.
First of all, excuse my language but I felt that I needed to use the actual statement to preserve the moment. I was in the Peace Corps office the day after thanksgiving and I was looking about as sharp as I could for a friday night. I Put on my duffel bag and was waiting with my friend Claire. We were standing around trying to get everyone to hit the road to the hostel but I kept getting distracted because something really smelled bad. I couldn't put my finger on the source but it seemed to be following me. I flipped my duffel bag around and checked to see if it was coming from inside my bag (sometimes wet clothing can stink after a few days in the humidity) but there was no sign of stink. As I looked at the bag one of the new volunteers said "hey man, I don't know if you knew this but... I think there's shit on your back." I took off my shirt and had a look. Sure enough, from shoulder to shoulder I was smeared with excrement. "God Damn it!" I was pretty upset. It wasn't normal dog poop either, it was the really smeary kind that stinks extra. The washing machine was full so I washed the shirt by hand (with detergent, thank you) in the sink at the office. I then traced the poop back to my bag and sure enough a dog (there had been multiple in the office) had crapped on my bag. You know, I always thought it was cruel and dangerous to put out rat poison in the office... now I think it is slightly less cruel and dangerous.