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It\u2019s 5:30 P.M., dinnertime on this balmy Monday evening. My husband and I are high on salads these days as I have discovered a cornucopia of succulent green stuff at the local farmers market. All I have to do is empty part of my weekly harvest into the salad spinner and spin.<\/p>\n
But I like to add a little extra pizzazz so I trot outside to our balcony and \u201cmy edible<\/em> garden\u201d which consists of a lone basil plant I snagged at Trader Joe\u2019s. I grab the half-rusted shears and cut off a sprig for our salad. We live in a third floor condo in a large gated community and when I\u2019m doing my \u201cbalcony thing\u201d I like to peer over the wood railing and check out what\u2019s happening down there<\/em> in the concrete canyon below.<\/p>\n And that\u2019s when I see her. “The Jogger Lady.\u201d She\u2019s jogging. And then she\u2019s not. She stops dead in her tracks, pulls down her sweat pants, flashes her butt, full moon and all, squats and\u2026takes a dump. Right there in \u201cthe common area\u201d which in this case is THE ROAD.<\/p>\n Maybe I should have yelled \u201chey you\u2026yes you\u2026don\u2019t shit in the road.\u201d But I\u2019m feeling like I just stuck my finger into an electrical outlet. It\u2019s that kind<\/em> of stunned<\/em>. Maybe I should have grabbed my phone and taken a picture. You think? But I didn\u2019t want to miss anything, especially the end of THIS story.<\/p>\n And it does end. And not well. She squeezes out three giant dookies. I know this because I have a bird\u2019s eye view of her ass. Also I can count. AND I\u2019m wearing my glasses. Then she pulls up her pants, brushes herself off and looks around. I duck behind the basil with my jaw hanging at my feet. Around here it is a mortal sin if you don\u2019t pick up your dog\u2019s poop. Plastic bags and leashes go hand-in-hand. Garbage cans appear in every direction on the compass. Do you think The Jogger-Lady pulled a baggie from her pocket? Do you think she scooped up her own poop? If you say YES<\/i>\u00a0then you live in Fairyland. Where no one poops.<\/p>\n Having relieved herself and probably feeling refreshed and\u2026um\u2026lighter<\/em>\u2026she continues her jog, disappears around the corner and leaves a steaming pile of doodoo behind. Whoever passes will think it\u2019s the parting gift from a Great Dane or a Shetland Pony. Certainly not a lady jogger who undoubtedly knows how to flush a toilet. Thank God a big storm is coming to Los Angeles. In 24 hours. Which isn\u2019t soon enough for me.<\/p>\n I understand that there are communities around here that have gotten so huffy and puffy about dog poop that as soon as DNA testing came into vogue\u2026well you see where I\u2019m going. An anonymous brown bomb is left on the sidewalk and the amateur scientist-board member with her do-it-yourself tester kit<\/em> nails the offender. Of course it\u2019s not the dog\u2019s fault. Dogs will be dogs. But one would hope that owners know better.<\/p>\n Actually one would hope that PEOPLE know better. Sure there are cultures in the world where this story would elicit a \u201cand\u2026your point is?\u201d But not here. Not in Culver City. This is where they filmed the movie Singing in the Rain. Which is what I will be doing tomorrow.<\/p>\n Speaking of tomorrow.\u00a0<\/em> AND beyond.\u00a0\u00a0I see this lady around. A lot. She jogs to the grocery store. She jogs to the post office. She jogs in circles. I admire her stamina. She\u2019s probably burned through half a dozen Fitbits. But I wish she would use the bathroom. And I will forever link her face with a full moon. Spitting bon-bons.<\/p>\n By the way, dinner was delicious.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It\u2019s 5:30 P.M., dinnertime on this balmy Monday evening. My husband and I are high on salads these days as I have discovered a cornucopia of succulent green stuff at the local farmers market. All I have to do is empty part of my weekly harvest into the salad spinner and spin. 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