This morning, like most mornings, I took Cayce for a walk. About 3 seconds after walking past one of the numerous garages in our alley, I hear someone talking to me.

I turn around, and it's an old woman in a housedress, and she's motioning at me. I can't tell immediately what she wants, but she seems to be motioning to something on the ground, as if I dropped something. I look at her, and she says to me "You left a present. Your dog left a present."

Being a dog owner, I know immediately what she means. I also know that Cayce couldn't have "left a present", since she was on about 1' of leash and we hadn't stopped. And since it was literally 3 seconds between passing the house and being accosted, I'm sure she could have seen that we hadn't stopped too.

"No ma'am, that's not us," I reply.

"You're lying to me!" she fires back.

"No ma'am, my dog didn't poop in your yard."

"It's fresh, I know you're lying to me. Where's your bag?"

"Ma'am, I'm too old to lie to you," I said, and I walked away.