Bigger Problems

The couple headed up toward the park strolls past the dog and me, and the woman they passed turns to look at them before stooping to the sidewalk.

"They just dropped it on the ground," she says to no one in particular, picking the italian ice lid the guy discarded.

When she looks to me for confirmation, I shrug and smile sympathetically. I know she expects a bigger reaction, but I'm worried the dog is going to poop again, and I just used my last bag.