Stoopid Thing I Did

One time when I was working in a dispatch center, I went outside to smoke. It was a nice grassy area, trees, shade, picnic tables. After my smoke I went back to work and sat in our brand new, ergonomically correct, chairs. Then, as I curled my feet underneath to sit cross legged it hit me...the stench unlike any other...dog shit.

I had tracked it from our nice grassy area, down the stairs, all over the carpet, and, since I sat with my feet curled up under me, negating the benefits of the ergonomically correct furniture, smeared it all over my pants and new chair.

The boss, who was a germaphobe (is that a real word?) and clean freak, was horrified. I was merely disgusted...it's the stoopidist thing.