I mentioned very recently my saunter to the tube station early in the morning.
Today, I noted an older man in a donkey jacket walking his sandy-coloured, wirey dog. Slightly ahead of me.
Before I knew it the dog had shit in the middle of the pavement and the bloke had walked off. Rather nervously, I called "excuse me" and then again louder. I wasn't acknowledged so I caught up and repeated my rather polite and feeble "excuse me".
"Didn't know you were talking to me".
"Are you going to clear that up?".
"It's disgusting. It's bad anywhere but there's a primary school here. You should clean up after the dog".
I rather weakly attempted to finish our encounter by informing the gentleman I would be calling the council. I think you know what his response was.