I figured out a solution to a big problem. This might change your life. Not in a spiritual revival, eliminate your debt, find true love way. A change in life that matters. Every time you experience this issue, you experience a soul crushing helplessness in its wake. Pure frustration. Irrational fury.
Who hasn’t done this: you walk, enjoying your travels and then squish, it’s stuck on you. Yep, I’m talking about stepping in dog poop. Unfortunately, low vision increases my chances of mashing tread to turd. And, have you noticed how the bottom of running shoes are like the surface of the moon now, with ancient riverbed streams and lunar craters? It’s neat until you pack that celestial beauty with doggy deuce like I did.
So the solution that will change your life? After stamping around in grass, drying the sneakers in the sun, wading in puddles and scrapping my shoes on the road, I still bore the brown stain. On a whim, I dragged my New Balances across some loose gravel.
I worked my shoes in the stones a few more times, then called in the boss for inspection. My husband verified that the poop was indeed gone. It’s the little things. Walk free, my friends.