“I interned at an indie magazine and one of my duties–and the duty of every other intern–was walking the owners’ two dogs twice a day, and scooping up their poop when they went. One time it was my turn and I set out with another intern, plastic bag in hand, to walk them in SoHo where the offices are. Right outside of Intermix–like seriously right beside the doorstep–one of the dogs had a terrible case of diarrhea. We had no way of cleaning it up (we would have needed a hose) and people were already starting to yell at us to clean up after our dog. So we ran away, pulling the still-sick, diarrhea-ing dog through SoHo and back to the offices, with half of SoHo screaming at us.”