Duddeee I gotta go man, you already took a shit like an hour ago.
He pulled a black plastic bag out of his belt, and put his hand through it. He looked at the dog waiting and the dog just looked back.
Come on man. We gotta meet him.
The do dog finished then looked at his own shit, smelled it a few times than sat down as he was trained. The man grabbed the shit while holding a plastic bag on his hand, so he could feel the warmth and the weight, but he wasn't actually touching it. He tied the top in one motion and tossed it into the trash can. The dog barked, and dug at the ground.
Lets go dude!
The dog moved around, and sniffed more. The man followed him, but kept him moving towards the goal. The main goal was to see his friend. The second goal he thought was to tire the dog out. He thought also that the third goal was to get a cup of coffee. But then he'd have to put the dog somewhere. Or he could go to one of those dog friendly places. He didn't know. He was scratching his bottom lip, and then he thought of the shit. Okay first goal wash my hands. He was almost there he thought. A bus lumbered past him, the dog barked, but kept smelling distracted by a new scent.
The man stopped and put on some chapstick then kept going. His friend didn't like to wait, but he should know not to show up on
time
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His friend didn't like to wait, but he should know not to show up on