From February 2006.
Meet Orange-Poo Lady. She is a nice lady who lived in our apartment complex, a few doors down. We would greet each other cordially when we passed each other in the walkways… except when she would run out the door yelling at Little Rat Dog who enjoyed harassing me when I went to check the mail.
We called her Orange-Poo Lady, however, because we – and by we, I mean Steve, who had a desk in front of the window with a very good view – observed her NOT picking up after her do, and stealing oranges off someone’s tree across the street.
Steve sees all.