Polishing a Turd
It was Dave who spotted it first. He’d been
out for a cig break, and there it was, in all
its glory. A bit later on, and it was Ben’s
turn to go out for a smoke. He confirmed
it. After I finished mopping around the
counter, I decided it was my turn to spark
one up, so I put my jacket on, rolled a roll-
up and stepped out. I stood in front of the
shop, pulling up the zip, searching for my
lighter. As I looked up I saw Ben on the
other side of the glass, pointing towards the
corner. So I took a stroll. I lit up, looked around.
Eventually, I saw it, and there was no doubt;
it had been produced by a human. It was
large and almost shiny. Almost immediately
I was overcome by a feeling of absolute
despair. I didn’t feel bad about the state of
humanity or any of that crap – the ordeal
of whoever had been caught so short that
they had to take a dump in the middle of a
car-park just off a main road didn’t concern
me. The real horror was the realisation that
this was Saturday night, and my highlight
so far was looking at a turd. It was absurd.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Mon 7th May 2012 18:20
holy shit!
shit 'ot!