While sitting on the patio at the Deli this morning I was idly watching a man stop with his dog on the grassy boulevard opposite, the dog squatted, the man then used a plastic bag to scoop up the dog’s deposit and carry it along for disposal. I found myself with a eeuww thought and then the actual wrinkling of my nose caught my attention and I started to think about this. What an intriguing response to the product of digestion. See, even now I avoid the usual word. Feces seems sort of clinical. And shit continues to have ‘four letters’, so bear with me if I engage in word play.
Anyway, I got to thinking about pets and plastic bags. About babies and diapers. About adults and diapers. About people with sacks attached to their intestines. About the usual practice of privacy around ‘food’ exiting at the other end of the tube. About the whole eeuww factor. I can’t say I came up with any great insight or resolution. But I did find my nose unwrinkled and amusement happened.