An ordinary street. A woman and his son discuss loudly whether it is mud or shit the sticky substance adhered to the soles of the boy's shoes. It's mud, he yells. It's shit, the woman yells back louder. It's mud. It's shit. I'm telling you it's mud. I'm telling you it's shit.
The point worth emphasising here is the disagreement itself. The reason of the disagreement - trivial, insignificant - is a mere excuse.
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