Oh, sunny day, t-shirt temperatures, and the last day of college before summer break—what could possibly happen?

There couldn’t possibly be a dog mistaking his bike for a toilet, right? To understand the context here, we have to go back a few minutes.

Jack, wearing his cap backwards because "it looks cooler", was pedaling like a maniac. He basically flew down to the grocery store at lightspeed. Once there, he leaned his bike against the wall of the store before heading inside.

Sooo what did he need? Let’s see…

• Toast
• Cheese sticks
• ~~Salami~~ Nutella
• Water (though he’d probably end up buying Coke anyway) His handwriting was horrible, and he was most likely the only one who could read it… but hey, whatever works for him. He paid for the stuff and shoved it into a bag before heading back outside.

Then—his jaw dropped lower than his current grades. He was probably hallucinating. He rubbed his eyes and—nope, still there. The dog was peeing right against his bike, looking almost proud of its job. Jack immediately jogged over, a mix of a frown and an overly dramatic expression plastered on his face.

The disrespect!!

His head snapped from side to side—no owner in sight. Whose dog is this!? He barely had time to think before a guy, probably around his age, approached, whistling for the dog.

"Oh, sorry! I hope he didn’t cause any trouble. He ran off while I was chitchatting…" the stranger said, rubbing the back of his neck, a somewhat embarrassed look on his face. Jack sighed in defeat, glaring at the dog before looking at the guy in front of him.

"It’s fine, I guess. Next time, maybe tell your dog that my bike is not a place to use as a toilet," he said, his shoulders slumping as he stared down at the pedal, now dripping golden drops.