THE BOOTY CALL WALK OF SHAME

So there is a phenomenon that I have noticed since I moved to the DC area. It is something that happens quite often in my controlled access, luxury building. Of course I use the term luxury quite loosely. The average resident is either some really young person who has recently moved up from the dormitory and beer keg set, or the pet lover who apparently can afford to live here, but who can't afford a leash for his or her dog. It's like a cross between a frat house and a petting zoo, evidenced as recently as this morning by a zig-zag pattern of wet fecal matter that has suddenly appeared on my floor on the way to the elevator. God I hope it once belonged to a dog and not a human.


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