Being that I prefer to study in my room in a perfectly quiet environment, I normally don’t venture to the library.  Last night, however, because the color printer at the library computer lab beckoned me,  I went.

I found myself amidst the chaos, surrounded by studiers, freaking-outers, and socializers.   It was almost therapeutic for me to see my peers in the same pinch as I was– time running out to turn in the last round of projects and papers.

Not long after staking my claim at a computer did I begin to smell something.  Even though I was sure my body could not emit such a grotesque and disturbing odor, I checked and then concluded that something was very wrong with someone way too close to me.

My conclusion:  I had dog poo on my shoe.

Being slightly embarrassed knowing that other people must have smelled it also, I announced my finding.  I didn’t want anyone thinking that I personally was emitting the smell.

Everyone did the “I’m zoned into my screen and am not hearing you” act, but I knew they heard me.

Because I’m selfless (but really for my own sake), I tried to find a way to clean my shoe so they could have their clean air back.  The courtyard seemed perfect, yet when I got there I found no grass and found that the doors lock when you exit after midnight.

Yes, after midnight.

I tied my shoe to the roof of my car, and I’m currently dreading dealing with the issue.

Moral: check every part of your being before you mentally accuse others of smelling.  Don’t judge when it’s your poo’d shoe.