Think Twice Before You Poo-Poo It
Summary: Why did Benny say this? Is there some connection that happened with poo-poo? Now there is….Oneshot
Disclaimer: Poo-Poo!
Thank You, Jonathan Larson
"Did you get all of the notices posted? Benny asked, smiling.
"Every last one," promised Peter, his assistant's runner.
"Good," the business man contented into the phone, "let's hope they're not too upset."
Just then, the buzzer rang throughout the upscale apartment. Probably Mark of Roger, he thought.
"I have to go," he said, and set the receiver back into its cradle.
The buzzer rang again.
"I'm coming!" he shouted to no one. When he reached the door, he pressed the 'speak' button. "Yeah?" he called.
"Package for a Mr. Benjamin Coffin III," said the voice.
"I'll be right down," he said, stepping into the hallway.
Moving towards the elevator, he thought. A package? At eight thirty at night? Well, he decided, it is New York City.
He opened the front door, but found no one waiting. He stepped onto the street, keeping one hand on the door, and looked around. A crackling sound directed his attention to the ground.
On the sidewalk sat a brown paper bag, spitting small flames into the air. Quickly, Benny stomped on it, putting the fire out.
He then realized why the bag was on fire: it was full of dog poop. And the dog poop was sitting on an eviction notice.
He let out a frustrated sigh as he slipped off his patent leather shoes and left them on the sidewalk. He stepped back inside, going in for his keys. He had to go talk to Roger and Mark.