Recent Effluvia:

Yesterday, Royal Oak seemed to fall apart.

1. A woman in our city who used to be a news anchor killed her husband.
2. There was a three hour power outtage.
3. A pipe bomb was discovered on the edge of town and subsequently dismantled.
4. A woman walked into Pitaya Jeans, wet herself and ran out.
5. A homeless man with one eye walked into the same store, threw 50 pair of jeans on the counter and announced, “Someone will be in here in a few minutes to pay for all of these” and walked out.

What happened in your town?

One thing I absolutely deplore is the dump and run. Someone did it to me today. I walk in the Men’s Room to use the urinal and someone else is in there just polluting the stall. I suspect he was well-fed on a diet of burnt broccoli and baked Yeti fur topped with a rich tarantula demi-glace.

The dump and run technique is brutal and unfair. While the victim is at the urinal, the perpetrator makes a hasty retreat without pausing to wash their hands, leaving you alone in the bathroom with a putrid stench. Naturally, anyone who comes in afterward assumes it was you. Evil.

Has you ever been the victim of a dump and run (or something similar)?