After a pretty productive day working from home, I strolled over to the corner store (to pick up some of their finest Redhook ESB Original Ale) and spotted exactly what I’d been searching for on Friday. Sans dookie, strangely enough. The missing excrement was disconcerting. Where was it? Under my shoe? Nope. The soles of my kicks were doo doo free. Phew. Didn’t have my camera with me so I put the old iPhone to good use.