Angry Birds & Angry Men

I’m sure you’ve already heard of a little game called Angry Birds. It’s kind of amazing and I’m kind of obsessed.

I downloaded it this weekend because I was bored and my father, who tends to also get bored easily, was with me and needed a distraction from my mother and sister shopping.

We played, we conquered, we became enthralled.

I digress.

I was at a commission meeting this evening with only one point to cover, which of course was at the very end of the agenda.

So, what do you do when you’re stuck in a room, phone on silent, just waiting for your turn: Play Angry Birds.

While I was attempting to launch the white bird and drop the egg at just the right moment to destroy the evil pigs fortress I heard a man say, “I can smell human feces.”

He had my attention.

The man preceded, for nearly 45 minutes, to discuss his septic tank issues, what said issues looked like in his yard and continued to give details as to how said issues smelled.

Kill me.

I’m not typically queasy, I write about terrible things all day long. But feces talk makes me want to gag.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was my work day.


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