Gross Out Contest

K and I have this little contest going on: who can see the grossest thing. Mind you, it's not something we enjoy, but it just seems to happen. I'm sure you've seen them, too. You look around the corner and there's a deep, wide plumber's crack staring you in the eyes. Once we saw a woman with orangutan-caliber leg hair in a shopping mall. Or dead animals alongside the road. You get the picture. Just gross.

Typically we play this game when we're together and have a lot of fun pointing out the gross thing to the other, unsuspecting, partner. "Fun" may not be the right word. Sadistic glee, perhaps. Regardless, misery does love company.

Well, today at the dog park, K (by herself, she was not able to share this with me and include me in her suffering) basically won the contest until the end of time. I will never see anything gross enough to compete.

Ever.

She made this sign to be posted at the park to warn the perpetrator that she knows what they've done, she's onto them. I hope this person learns his (or her) lesson and never allows this again. To wit: