"Elvira, for goodness' sake, what are you doing?"
"Pooping. Everyone does it."
"But you're pooping in my brunch! Please -- take a few steps forward."
And then, for some reason, I imagined the conversation if by chance these would have been British cows.
"I say there, dear old girl, why are you defecating in my crumpets?"
"Excuse me, maam, I didn't realize where I was at. I will move"
"Well, tally ho! Have a good day!"
I don't understand the point of this post any more than you do. But it is, for me, one more brick in the case for creationism ... we do not poop in each other's food. (Well, never mind that one night of wild debauchery when you were in college. We all have one of those in our past.)