I was standing in the vet's office the other day waiting to take my little fluff ball in for his shots. It smells like a vet's office, you know, small animal urine. Suddenly a young man walks in but he is not dragging a dog or cat behind him. He has just stepped off a horse farm. He walks up to the counter and begins to talk of his horse. Suddenly...a strong smell
hits my nose....it is disgusting....it is strong...it nearly brings tears to my eyes. I look down and his boots are covered in manure. I mean totally covered in them. I walk to the other side of the waiting room...trying to get as far away as possible. He finishes up at the counter and walks out. I wait a bit and walk back over to the chairs in the waiting room. Problem is...I still smell that smell. I try not to breath in....I hold my breath for a while. Still smell it.I can't figure out why....it's been long enough. Suddenly I see it....a small dingle-berry of manure on the floor. It has fallen off farmer boy's boot. There it lays, a small turd...emitting this large odor.
Lesson learned....it only takes a small amount of sin to stink up a life.
