Tuesday, August 2, 2011

peeples republic

several years ago i observed three separate incidents of public urination.  not such a huge deal since i'm sure you, too, have relieved yourself behind a car, behind a store front, or behind a bush [using a tree trunk for support].  hell, i wound up covered in poison ivy last year from such an incident.  i drunkenly happily skipped to the edge of a parking lot, in my high heels, where i promptly took a flying dive off the five foot drop into the woods and landed on my face.  classic shannon.

but the happenstances i am reflecting on here were not behind something and they all involved children.  they included:

1) a little boy peeing on the stoop of hi-fi pizza in central square while his mother held the door open waiting for him to finish. 
2) a mother who rushed her daughter out of the car, pulled down her pants on the side of the road and held her up in the air (in a semi-squatting position) while the she pissed on some poor persons flower bed. 
 and the most appalling act (since i know for a fact that there was a bathroom a mere 25 feet away)
3) a little boy on the shady hill campus who pulled down his pants (with his mother's nod of approval) and took a leak on the lawn while his mother chatted with a fellow parent.

and at the time i asked myself...

"what is wrong with these people?" 

i may be a little closer to understanding their frame of mind.  and while i would not encourage delilah to pee where the world can catch a glimpse...  i kinda get the whole discombobulated reasoning behind these events.  [with the exception to number 3.  that's just plain lazy.]  the constant monitoring of your child while potty training is
. e . x . h . a . u . s . t . i . n . g .  
it leaves you in a frame of mind that is slightly akin to the kookiness achieved through sleep deprivation. 

so now my kooky ass is parked on a train heading to new york for one night only.  it may be one night only... but it's two days of not worrying about random urination.  cos i can make it to the bathroom on my own.  usually.

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