So I'm sitting in this coffee shop, typing, with my feet up on a little table.
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There's a kid sitting across from me. Sweet-looking, sleepy-eyed. He's zoned out to his iPod.
But after 15 minutes or so of sitting across from me, staring at the floor (or at the bottoms of my shoes), he takes his headphones off and leans over to me.
"Excuse me, ma'am." (He called me ma'am!) "Excuse me, ma'am, but I think there's dog shit on the bottom of your shoe."
I rearranged my laptop and my coffee, examined the bottom of my shoes, and put my feet back on the table.
"No," I told him, "it's chicken shit."
He blinked a few times and said "oh, okay." Put his headphones back on.
Within two minutes he'd left.