Carrie Petersen

My day started as disgusting. There’s no other way to describe it.

I was driving into the parking lot at the police station when I saw a pile of something that looked – at least from a distance – like bird food. As I pulled into a parking space, I thought, “Wait. Why would there be bird food in the police department’s parking lot? That doesn’t make any sense.”

I got out of my car and realized that it was not bird food. It was vomit. And I had driven right through it.

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