Take Pride, Plattsburgh!

What I saw today while walking down Margaret Street, residential section:

A car is parked next to the curb. A woman is helping a young boy into her car, holding his hand. In his other tiny hand he holds a plastic bag with Easter eggs.

Cute.

The woman tells the boy to step carefully in the median lawn between the sidewalk and the street.

“Be careful,” she says. “Dog poop. Very nasty.”

By holding his hand and giving him verbal directions, the woman guides the boy over the piles of dogshit.

Not so cute.