I DON'T KNOW, IS THIS IRONY?

One afternoon in the dead of winter, I saw a homeless man walk up to a foggy window of a diner and he stood there and stared at the contented people eating their warm lunches. He then reached a hand down and pulled at his filthy pant leg while kicking his foot a bit, and lo and behold, out rolled a steamy wet turd about the size of a mouse. What was most interesting about this was that he just kept staring at the people. He never once looked down to see what had come out of him. I was on my way to shoot a job for Men's Health that day. I tell ya, I was far less disturbed by that homeless man than the people I ended up working with. Oh, and then they ended up not even running the editorial.