Why?
‘If’, uttered Glen, ‘it is acceptable to carry a small bag of faecal matter while walking next to a dog...‘
A pause, while Glen awaited interjections. None arrived. He continued.
‘Then why do we frown upon the man cupping blood near a park bench? Or anyone gently swinging a bucket of semen at a bus stop?’
Point made, Glen was poised to receive any retort.
But the train carriage was empty, so victory was Glen’s.