It’s York Fair time, and I have a confession to make.
It pains me to cover annual events without some sort of twisted, scatalogical or bizarre angle being involved.
I develop total ADHD. I get bored. I need a challenge.
I mean, how many times can we seriously cover people eating greasy food while riding rides and petting cows?
This year, I went for something stinkier.
Let’s face it: Everybody poops.
And while I realize, my fascination with weird shit (pun totally intended) probably isn’t going to woo the male crowd, I’ve always wondered:
Where the hell does all the poop go? We take it for granted.
You’ve got 1,100 animals. They’re eating all day long. It’s a logical question.
While investigating, I found a 75-year-old man who loves his job as a ‘pooper scooper,’ some guys who felt inclined to describe the shapes of various animal turds to me, and a farmer who has been hit by poo projectiles.
It was truly a #poopatwork miracle.