The spaniel crossing the street, in the crosswalk, suddenly cops a squat and begins shitting as the cars turning pause in horror. He looks baffled and ashamed at his own actions: "terribly sorry, I have no idea how this happened, please don't look at me like that." His owner has to drag him out of the way of oncoming traffic, leaving a trail of tidy turds.
A girl in beige spike heels strides into the intersection without looking down, and miraculously misses each of the little bombs, as if they weren't even there.
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