Some middle-aged homely woman said to me, (while watching my dog piss on a barrel–holding his feces in a compostable plastic bag 2 feet away from my body) “You know, you can control where your dog urinates”. I had no reaction, other than the light lump in my throat indicating that I needed to punch her. But I didn’t do or say anything. This photo reminds me of her. Bitch.