Isn't there a law?
Oct. 20th, 2005 05:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starzkiI saw the grossest thing today:
I was out walking the puppy and I saw a man peeing on a car. He wasn't, like, peeing on the bumper or the tire. He was standing in the street and pissing on the driver's door handle. At first I thought he was trying to unlock the door, but then he stepped away and I saw that the door was all wet and dripping. My first thought (after Eww) was If I ever own a car, I'm never parking it on this street. I really hope he picked that car on purpose. I'd hate to think it was just a random person who's going to have piss on their hands after opening their car door.
Normally, I adore my neighborhood. I wouldn't live anywhere else, but I've seen a disturbing amount of public urination within a three block radius of my apartment. Most of the time, it's really drunk, happy people that can't be reasoned with, but I still want to shout, "People live here! We don't want you to to pee on our stuff! We don't come to your homes and pee on your stuff!" I think I jump over a suspicious-looking puddle at my building's gate every other day or so.
Which doesn't even count the handjob I came up on outside of my gate. That was actually more amusing than disgusting. I was with the puppy, who didn't notice the couple right away. So I was trying to figure out the polite way to say "Excuse me, will you please stop pleasuring him so that I can get by," and discovering that there really is none. Even an "ahem" seemed like it would only bring embarrassment to everyone. Anyway, when the puppy noticed that our path was blocked by people who didn't appear to moving any time soon, he let out a surprisingly menacing growl. They must have jumped two feet! It was everything I could do to not burst out laughing. It worked, too. They sure did skedaddle out of there. Hee!
Whatever. It seems to be a losing battle. Even my ex wasn't immune to peeing on my building. He was dropping me off after we had gone out for some drinks. Him: I gotta pee. Me: You can come up. Him: No, I'll do it here. Me: Don't pee in my courtyard! Him: I'll do it here. Me: My apartment is 20 feet away! Don't pee in my courtyard! Him: I gotta go now. (He unzips). Me: I'm not watching! I don't know you. If anyone asks, you don't know me. Goodbye!
This has turned into a bit of a diatribe, so I will sum up. Boys: Just because you can doesn't mean that you should. Unless it's a toilet, don't pee on or in things that aren't yours!
I was out walking the puppy and I saw a man peeing on a car. He wasn't, like, peeing on the bumper or the tire. He was standing in the street and pissing on the driver's door handle. At first I thought he was trying to unlock the door, but then he stepped away and I saw that the door was all wet and dripping. My first thought (after Eww) was If I ever own a car, I'm never parking it on this street. I really hope he picked that car on purpose. I'd hate to think it was just a random person who's going to have piss on their hands after opening their car door.
Normally, I adore my neighborhood. I wouldn't live anywhere else, but I've seen a disturbing amount of public urination within a three block radius of my apartment. Most of the time, it's really drunk, happy people that can't be reasoned with, but I still want to shout, "People live here! We don't want you to to pee on our stuff! We don't come to your homes and pee on your stuff!" I think I jump over a suspicious-looking puddle at my building's gate every other day or so.
Which doesn't even count the handjob I came up on outside of my gate. That was actually more amusing than disgusting. I was with the puppy, who didn't notice the couple right away. So I was trying to figure out the polite way to say "Excuse me, will you please stop pleasuring him so that I can get by," and discovering that there really is none. Even an "ahem" seemed like it would only bring embarrassment to everyone. Anyway, when the puppy noticed that our path was blocked by people who didn't appear to moving any time soon, he let out a surprisingly menacing growl. They must have jumped two feet! It was everything I could do to not burst out laughing. It worked, too. They sure did skedaddle out of there. Hee!
Whatever. It seems to be a losing battle. Even my ex wasn't immune to peeing on my building. He was dropping me off after we had gone out for some drinks. Him: I gotta pee. Me: You can come up. Him: No, I'll do it here. Me: Don't pee in my courtyard! Him: I'll do it here. Me: My apartment is 20 feet away! Don't pee in my courtyard! Him: I gotta go now. (He unzips). Me: I'm not watching! I don't know you. If anyone asks, you don't know me. Goodbye!
This has turned into a bit of a diatribe, so I will sum up. Boys: Just because you can doesn't mean that you should. Unless it's a toilet, don't pee on or in things that aren't yours!
