What's so bad about doggy duty?

Apparently I have some kind of aversion to stepping in doggie doo doo... as is evidenced by my ire when I'm mowing the lawn and I have to dodge the landmines deposited by the neighbor's dog. I know, I know, it's just dog duty... or is it???

Before you get all judgmental, consider this:

It was 1995, or sometime in the mid-90's. I was on a date... with a girl I was particularly fond of. You might even say I was smitten. But she wasn't into me so much. In fact, she really liked my roommate, but we were good enough friends to talk about it openly... which was kind of cool... but then he didn't really like her so much, so nothing really worked out for anyone... but then I heard she married a Russian dude and that didn't work out so well either... Okay, I digress...

Anyway, I really liked her and we were on this date. We had been to the Symphony to see some great show, which meant we were probably dressed up. We had to walk across some grass to get from the symphony hall to the parking deck we were in. Once we were in the car, we had to go down a few levels to get to the street... and I was in the back seat with Debbie and I could smell this horrible odor, so I started to make a big deal, like "what is that hideous smell?"

I thought there was something in the parking garage that we were just passing... but as we continued to go lower and lower, the smell stayed with us...

Finally, someone suggested we check our shoes... and sure enough.... it was my foot that found the dog duty! I quickly exited the vehicle and ran down the stairs to find something to clean my shoes off... But the damage was done...

As I recall, it was sometime after this that I found out that Debbie just wasn't that into me... Coincidence? Perhaps, but needless to say, I have a profound aversion for loose doggy doo.