Nothing Quite So Humbling...

So I had just finished texting AAG with the gossip-y news tid-bit that Charles Manson was sitting next to me on the bus (jealous?) Of course I can't be absolutely sure, I couldn't see the trademark Swastika, but he was pulling at his Manson beard in the same crazy way. When, realizing I was at my stop, I hopped out of the back doors, and into a mound of human feces. I know, how did I know it was human? Until today I hadn't realized I was quite the "scatologist," but I think you'll find that when it happens to you you'll just know. Plus, the homeless gentleman squatting next to said feces helped put all the puzzle pieces together in my mind. This was around noon, but for me (and granted I have a low threshold for "the world") it seemed like something to cap off my day. I didn't quite know how to proceed, except to make some Spaghetti-O's, and watch a Cirque De Soleil marathon generously provided by Bravo this afternoon.
P.S. I'm gainfully unemployed.