As I am sure I have previously stated, I don't live in the best neighborhood. But the thing I really love is that the bodegas on each corner of my block let me bring Goober inside the store.
So here's the story: I took Goober out for his evening walk and stopped in at one of the bodegas. I bought a 40 and chatted with the clerk for a while (my spanish is mearda, but he helps me along) as I drank. When I left Goober pinched a loaf on the stoop of the store. So I picked it up in the bag the beer came in. When I finished the beer I put it in the bag with the poop. As I turned the corner one of the kids who lives in the house there ran up, snatched the empty beer, and ran off.
This is what I heard:
patpatpatpat. pat. pat…..pat "What the f$$$?!?"
It turns out I actually know that kid by name and a few days later he apologized to me.