Yuck!
On my way home today, I stopped in my usual place, just outside the library, to wait for my husband to pick me up. He was running a bit late today, so I waited a little longer than my usual few minutes. But that was no problem. It was a nice evening and it wasn't raining. I wasn't complaining.
Until I had the pleasure of witnessing some sick bastard whip it out and pee on the wall across the street from me.
Why oh why do some men (admittedly very few men) feel that it's OK to do that on a busy road in the middle of rush hour? On any road, at any time, in fact? The guy didn't hide down an alley to do it in private. He didn't run behind a bush. No, he just stood outside a shop and pee'd on the wall!
In an ideal world, all outdoor walls would have sensors so that the slightest trace of human urine would make a big hand pop out and chop off the man's pride and joy.
Victory for those of us with a bit of class.
