Rants & Raves (rave)

This week's rant would destroy even the strongest appetite, so today I've split Rants & Raves into separate posts to protect the squeamish...

RAVE

Chinese takeout.

I was at work until 9pm. Hubby planned to cook dinner. (I even used my lunch break to buy groceries so he'd have something to cook.) But then he also got stuck working late. We both pulled into the driveway, famished, at nearly 10pm.

Fortunately there's Chinese takeout.

It's neither Chinese.

Nor healthy.

But after a 10+ hour workday the fried chicken wings, stir-fried broccoli in spicy sauce, and moo-shu pork were the most delicious meal I'd ever eaten. (Sort of like how ramen noodles taste AH-MAY-ZING when eaten beside a campfire after a long day of hiking, or how donuts are the most delicious thing on the planet when eaten after a marathon, and I don't even like donuts...)

So, tell me, what are you ranting or raving about this week?

Rants & Raves (rant)

RANT

I've had it up-to-here with dog sh**.

On Sunday I went on a long run that included long stretches of grassy trail and park. What would have been an otherwise pleasant and relaxing run was marred by piles of dog poop littering the route.



Since dogs can't pick up their own waste, I blame the owners, not the canines.

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And there wasn't just one pile left behind by a hapless dog owner who had run out of plastic baggies. There were dozens.

Dozens of mounds of dog sh**.

For a full mile of the route, rather than focus on my stride, I had to focus on landing without stepping on a land mine of poo. Poo can transmit tapeworm, roundworm, salmonella, giardia (and the list goes on), not to mention that I just don't want it on my shoes.

I was angry enough that I started designing "Please pick up your poo." posters in my head. (What can I say, ranting doesn't solve anything. A good, pro-active response does.)

Plain and simple: Dog poo is a health hazard. (Not to mention disgusting...)
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The next day, running a different route, disaster struck.

I went out for a run at dusk.

Sunset means less visibility. And apparently I stepped in an invisible pile of poo, which squished up around the sole of my shoe onto the fabric and hitched a ride all the way home.

Because it was dark, I didn't notice the contamination until I turned on the light in the entryway where I take off my shoes. By then, it was too late. The area rug at the front door was a goner.

The string of obscenities that came tumbling out of my mouth would have made a trucker blush.

If only I knew who the culprit was... I'd show up at their front door to deliver a plate of cookies. While wearing the not-washed shoes. I'd grind my feet into their carpet. And leave a delightful extra present behind in their front hall. On their rug.

Apparently I'm not the only one who feels this way...
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Maybe then, next time, they'd scoop the poop.


Click here for this week's rave.

(Posted separately to protect the squeamish... Somehow talking about food right after talking about poo seems to be in poor taste.)

So, tell me, what are you ranting or raving about this week?