Just Askin’
Now back at home, I’ve found myself getting reacquainted with the duties and responsibilities associated with being the son of my parents. You know, take out the trash, drive to get my brother from work, what have you. But it was while walking/ picking up after my Miniature Schnauzer, Chance (pron. Chance), that I thought up a matter of great philosophical debate.
When you’re walking the dog and stop to have a conversation with someone, who has the upper hand?
The other person, as you are pathetically clutching a bag of feces.
OR
You, as you are menacingly clutching a bag of feces.
OR
Nobody, as you are both just clutching doggy poo?
OR
You, as you’re holding holding doggy doo doo and they’re holding a bag of feces with no dog in sight and a very pained expression on their face.
