Disgusted

Please allow me to vent for one brief moment here about the state of the parks in our fair town here. Not only have I discovered various forms of garbage on the playgrounds, as one might expect, I have also found open condom wrappers, detonated fireworks, and today I can add to the list....doggie poopie. Yes, that's right...canine crap. Not so unusual, you claim? How about...placed smack dab in the middle of the stairs at the top of a slide. Yeah, nice.....
This morning on our walk we passed one of several parks in our area, so I let Jeran loose for a few minutes. He climbed to the top of the equipment and I heard him utter, "Uh-oh" but didn't think much of it. A few minutes later he said, "Mommy, wanna climb with me?" Sure, why not? As we're heading up the steps he says, "Oo, I smell something, Mom."
"Really, J? What?"
"It smells like poop."
I suddenly realized I could smell it too, and as we rounded the top landing...bam. There it was. I am hard pressed to believe that some dog unintentionally found his way to the top of a kids' play area and was suddenly seized with the urge to do his duty. This really seems like a clear-cut case of teenage vagrancy. I guess that's just the old-fogey in me who's tired of seeing teens hanging out where her kids like to play and stumbling across the evidence of their thrill-seeking the following morning. To be fair, though, I do remember being a teen at one time and upon several occasions finding myself hanging out a playground. What is the irresistable pull to "hang" at such a place? Who knows? I can't reach back in my memory that far.
As the concerned citizen that I am, I had good intentions of calling up the park district when I got home to report the poop, but as I sit here 12 hours later I realize it never happened.