No, the title isn’t a typo, and I didn’t mean to say that other word. To explain, we are currently bunking with the lovely and talented Al @twowheelgeek in the Calgary enclave of Bridgeland. Every day I walk downtown to Stephen Ave Mall to get to my office. I cross the river, past the drop in centre and clothing depot. I’ve come to think that the folks around there have overproductive saliva glands and other fluid issues which require them to purge regularly on the sidewalk.

It’s unpleasant, and I apologize for the pic if you’re easily grossed out.  Hey, this could easily be a single-cell organism, or a small sea animal, or…. ummmm… something not disgusting at all!  And maybe I didn’t almost step on it, or it’s sister on my way to work this morning.  Just be glad I didn’t post the spit-pics…

I do have fun trying to decide what each Rorchach-like deposit looks like, and how certain refuse actually got on to the sidewalk in the first place. Otherwise I’d gag all the way to work. Tomorrow we move in to our beautiful home in Auburn Bay, and I get to drive 30 minutes instead of walk. I wonder if my parking spot will be spitting distance from the office?