People glared at me when I failed to pick up for Cherry for a minute while I went to the car to get a bag.  She'd pooped under a tree in the corner of the park.  While I'm walking around the lake, this massive pile of horse crap just about covered the whole path - yet no one seems to care about that.  Sometimes I wonder why I spend my life worrying about relatively minor things - while other people fail to deal with major things - and they don't seem to care at all.