A boy stepped out of his smart car, brushing his black suit off cautiously with his hands. He took out his nasal spray medication and gave each nostril a puff before slipping it back in his shirt pokcet. He cleared his throat and began walking through the lawn. It wasn’t until he reached the sidewalk that he realized he’d stepped in a fairly large pile of steamy dog pilings. Nice..
He tried his best to scrape the brown muck off his shoes, but only succeeded in streaking the sidewalk with brown stripes. He gave a sigh of frustration, and grabbed the hose lying several feet away from him. He turned it on full blast, which probably wasn’t the smartest idea, since it flew out of his hands and slapped him in the face. As he caressed the red line along his cheek, the hose sputtered water into the open window of the living room.
The boy heard his mother shriek from inside, and yell out in a thick Jersey smoker accent.
“Harry! Harryyyyyy! Is that you?! You betta’ have my cigars!”