Usually, though no graceful dancer type, I can bend and single-hand scoop on our morning and evening strolls just fine. Plastic baggy in hand, a quick flip and the deposits are swiftly dispatched.
Not this drizzly morning.
I dropped my keys in...in, in....the dooty.
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