I suppose by the age of 49 you get to know what you like and what you don't. And you get to give fewer fucks about what other people think.
So when I was at the park and there's a roll of dog litter bags next to the bin I couldn't help to comment to the lady who was taking home about a dozen of them.
"So that's where they all go?" I said.
You can guess how the conversation went from there.
I do feel a little sorry for my son Jonah who happened to be with me at the time.