A dog defecated on the carpet at the bottom of the stairs in our building about a foot from making it out the door. And unfortunately, some poor chap stepped in it before it was picked up. And then he proceeded up the stairs.
The poop is gone, but a faint feces smudge remains on the stairs. And every time I walk by it I think to myself, "Oh, I wish I had a dog!"
I obviously have psychological issues.