Miss Step
I took a very dear friend out to dinner for her birthday last night. She has been very supportive of me during some hard times and she is now going through some hard times herself.
Things have just not been going well for her lately so I really wanted her to have a good time last night. She is just so convinced that her life has gone to hell, and I thought a nice birthday dinner would help.
I wanted to convince her that everything was going to be okay, and that her life was going to turn around with this birthday. I kept telling her that, starting that night, everything was going to change.
Then, when we got to the restaurant, I parked the car, and she stepped out onto the sidewalk into the biggest, sloppiest, heap of dog shit I have ever seen.