Indecorum

The other day, as I was going up to the gym to exercise, I saw a grocery bag by the side of the road. I try to pick up trash when I can, and this was right there, with no inconvenience, so I picked it up. There was something inside, so I opened it and looked. It was a log of dog poop.
The irony of the whole thing still makes me laugh. Someone was out walking their dog, and the dog did his (or her, but somehow it seems to be something a male dog would do) business, and the owner was prepared with a sack and a shovel. It took but a moment to scoop up the offering and put it in the sack. But I don't understand the next part. Why bother to put it in a sack, then throw the sack by the side of the road? Why not leave it in its original state, where it would break down and become one with the earth much quicker than if it were confined in plastic?
I know the real answer, and it isn't very romantic. Whoever scooped up the poop took the sack into the car, and everyone knows, there's nothing that smells (too) much worse than dog doodoo in a heated car. The owner was probably trying to impress some girl with his environmental awareness, but when he saw her nose wrinkling in disgust, he cut his losses and decided he would rather be a litter bug. All his sense of social responsibility went out the window along with the droppings of his indecorous dog.
Of course, the real reason it happened is because Someone upstairs loves me, and wanted to give me an experience that still brings laughter to my lips, even in times of greatest sorrow.
The other cool thing is, I was able to include this little episode in my book "I Worshiped My Car." What page is it on?