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So there we are, coworkers all sitting in our morning pre-opening meeting, getting ready to take on another day. Then she crosses her legs, and there it was. Like a hanging chad, this piece of mushed up poo just slowly detaches itself from the shoe and drops to the floor in a moist gooey brown clump. One person watching it happen blurted out that there was now dog poo involved in our meeting and suddenly everyone was checking their shoes. One other person, not me luckily, found themselves to have poopy shoe bottoms upon realizing that wherever this person walked in our fully carpeted office, was remnants of her dog's morning constitutional. So my day started literally dealing with poo and we hadn't even opened yet. And frankly it hasn't gotten much better from that point. TGIF.

I wonder if she thought about her car floor mats while she was cleaning various parts of the office?