I have lived in Oklahoma for most of my life but spent about nine weeks
living in Downey, California with my aunt, uncle, and cousin in very
early 1979. My cousin and I went to the mountains to stay with some
of my uncle's family for a few days once. During our stay, we were
somehow volunteered to walk around the yard with scoops and buckets
to collect all of their dog's poop out of the yard after it had
snowed. I was only twelve and the bucket was large. Eventually
I had collected so much poop and slush in the bucket that I could
hardly carry it around anymore. I stumbled on something and dropped
the bucket on the ground in just such a way that a whole mess of
the aforementioned poop and slush splashed upwards out of the bucket
and soaked my whole head facefirst! I was so disgusted and humiliated
I don't remember exactly what happened after that. I have never
scooped poop again.
Myke
