So I am walking Nike Dog this morning. I have leash and plastic bag in hand.
And then I see Duke. Duke is this hippie looking guy. He always drives up in a cruddy station wagon. He let’s out his great looking golden retriever and then – unbelievably and consistently -- lets the dog do his business – right next to the apartment property where we live. Duke and the dog get back in the car and drive off – never cleaning up the mess. And it aint a small mess either.
We’ve said something to him but he still shows up most mornings on the adjacent property and leaves the clean up to someone else.
Now I call this hippie looking guy Duke. I have no idea what his name is. But I name him after Duke Energy – the massive energy utility in the south – and especially in parts of North Carolina – near where I live. In fact, there is a plant not far from me in Wilmington. Frankly, I am a little nervous.
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