of your shoe at the concession counter of the ballpark, and you track it into the bathroom where you have to stand in the sheen of urine at the communal stall trying to avoid anything nastier but you just can't because a drunk guy pukes in the doorway and it's a good game and you have great seats and you just have to get back so you sure as hell aren't going to wait in the john for a custodian to show up and though you try to miss it that cracker jack skims the surface of the vomit and there's not a damn thing you can do about it until you're in the parking lot at which point you are sure as hell going to get that lump off the sole of your shoe whatever-the-hell-it-is so you don't track it into your car...

As a form of life my boss is 2 steps below that Cracker Jack.

4/21/2008 2:53:42 PM

gg

4/21/2008 2:58:32 PM

can I get a period, comma, or a semi-colon in this bitch?

4/21/2008 2:59:58 PM

why don't you just scrape it off on the steps

4/21/2008 3:20:24 PM

it gets in the grooves

you have to pick it out with the prong from plastic fork

4/21/2008 3:21:43 PM