Today at a red light, someone came running up to my car and handed me a plastic grocery bag with a poopy pull-up in it.
Of course, it was all my fault.
You see, when I have to discard something G.R.O.S.S. from my eldest child who is still NOT FULLY POTTY TRAINED (Ahem. Do you hear me banging my head against the wall? Listen a little harder....) I put it in a plastic grocery bag and tie it shut. Then, I open the garage door and throw it in the general vicinity of the trash can out there. Sorry, landfills. If you can potty train my child I'll stop filling you up with something that will never biodegrade.
Anyway, last time I missed the trash can. And it landed on the roof of my car.
Then, I drove off, only to have a frantic looking lady holding said bag and banging wildly on my car window as as I sat at a red light.
I think Santa needs to leave me a car air freshener in my stocking.
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