Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Animals, Humor, Life Lessons | Posted on 07-02-2012
Tags: business meeting, dog poop, dog shit, dogs, humor, meetings, shit happens
I am reminded of a little story. A few years ago, I was walking to a meeting with a high-powered client. I was walking quickly, taking a short cut through the grass because I don’t want to be late!
Once seated at the table, in the meeting–me with five men–ready for our high-powered business talk…I smell something.
Whoopsidaisy, it’s me.
I had stepped in dog shit. And my shoe was covered in it. (If my dog poops, it’s called poop. When I step in another dog’s poop, it’s called shit.)
Do I play it off and pretend I didn’t step in dog shit? The smell is starting to emanate, permeate.
I excused myself. Bolted to the restroom. Washed off my shoe in the sink (gross). And walked back to the meeting, playing it cool, pretending as if nothing happened.
Shit happens.
