Thursday, October 05, 2006

Mexican Poop

I love Mexicans.

Everyone who knows me knows this about me. My heart bleeds for Mexican men, women, and children, and my tongue longs to speak fluent Spanish.

All right, that was my disclaimer.

There is a bunch of Mexican lawncare guys who take their lunch break in the small park by the river where Jonathan fishes. I dropped Jonathan off the other day, and there they were -- sitting in clusters at picnic tables, kicking a soccer ball around in the field, and pooping under the trees.

Yes, I knew they pooped in the woods. Sometimes nature calls when there's not a bathroom nearby, and squatting beneath a well-concealed tree is sometimes the only option. I'm not that prudish.

Except, these particular Mexicans seem to have a problem with their aim.

Right along the narrow path that leads to Jonathan's fishing hole were two separate piles of...used toilet paper. On top of excrement. Coated with fat, gluttonous flies.

Hello? Did these pooping people stop to think that maybe folks walk on the narrow path leading to the fishing hole? That hapless children might step in their taco-scented piles of doo-doo?

And how, exactly, does one approach a problem like this?

I could call the lawn care company:

"Hello, this is Mrs. Boehme from Fieldstone Farms. I just wanted to let you know that your employees are pooping on the nature trail."

Or I could brush up on my Spanish and approach the exhibitionists myself:

"Hola, muchachos, y eschuchen, por favor. No me gusta el POOP dentre los arboles."

Perhaps a large sign would suffice:

"WARNING: NO POOPING ON THE PATH"

(In both languages, Spanish first.)

Maybe I could get all the soccer moms and nearby residents to sign a poop petition. With enough signatures, we could lobby for a port-a-potty next to the basketball court.

I'm still asking myself if this is real. I mean, we've all dealt with small neighborhood problems like barking dogs, loud parties after midnight, and the guy who keeps parking his Suburban right in front of your mailbox.

But pooping Mexicans? It's got to be a first.

I'm open to suggestions.

9of my readers are feeling chatty:

At 7:34 PM, Anonymous eph2810 said...

Oh.My....There is really not much advise I can give, except calling the company owner and explain the situation. Is it city property? If the company owner does not response in solving the problem you might want to file a complaint??? No sure.

 
At 8:20 PM, Blogger drama mama said...

LOL LOL LOL

I...um...yeah. I have no idea what to say about that. Taco smelling poop! LOL LOL LOL If we were to say that in these parts, we seriously might get strung up by our toes from the nearest cactus!

Sick and wrong...that is just sick and wrong!

 
At 11:19 PM, Blogger Dave said...

photo cop?

New York city street cops with poop detectors?

spring loaded sidewalks that fling them and their poop into the next county.

A miraculous substance that when combined with taco-scented poop issues copious amounts of foul smelling smoke.

Jonathan could make an errant cast and hook them in the bum.

WHIIIZZZZZZZ

YOINK

HAY HAY HAY SENOR!

 
At 4:23 AM, Blogger Kerrie said...

Ooh, that is nasty!!

I like Dave's idea: "spring loaded sidewalks that fling them and their poop into the next county."
but I'm not so sure that Canada would appreciate it...

:-D

 
At 8:34 AM, Blogger TheWriteJerry said...

Sad to say, but path pooping Mexicans is not a first. How do you think the e.coli bacteria got on all of that spinach a few weeks ago? The field workers go where they are and go back to work, skipping both the flushing (what's to flush, the ground?) and hand-washing phases of the process.

 
At 8:50 AM, Anonymous mrsatroxi said...

Oh...ew.

Maybe a nice, firm letter to the landscaping company? I mean, if I was the owner I would want to know if my employees were doing something like that. Not exactly something I'd want connected with my company. "Free fertilizer with every job!" You know? And maybe they would know how to suggest where they should, um, go, instead of just firing them.

(And if they work in landscaping, don't they have shovels with them? If they went to all of the trouble to cover it with toilet paper, you'd think they could take another step and bury it.)

 
At 8:51 AM, Anonymous mrsatroxi said...

SINCE they work in landscaping! "If" sounds like I'm doubting you. Me sorry. :(

 
At 9:21 AM, Anonymous Catman said...

yes that is how e coli got on the spinach - that never crossed my mind. And I'll consider using a heavy-action rod and 12/0 circle hooks with 300-lb test line next time I go fishing. thanks for the tip Cheezweezil.

ps - the day I ran into that poop I had to leave because I myself had to expel some waste, and I wasn't in the mood to recycle used paper from the path.

 
At 8:57 AM, Anonymous Me said...

I think a phone call to the company would suffice. I'm sure the employers would not be happy to know that their workers were pooping on paths that people frequent.
BLOCK THE CALL WITH *67 first. You don't want to come home to taco poop by the driveway...sheesh!

 

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