[disclaimer: Prepare to be horrified. You've been warned.]
So I am driving down Broadway on my way to St. Mary's for a doc appointment. I get stopped at the traffic light to make a right turn in front of Fulton high.
Sitting there waiting [tapping fingers to music], I start looking around.
I peer over to my right, and mortified, I do a double take.
What. Is. That. Man. Doing?
[Bare butt shining like a full moon. I think I hear coyotes howling.]
Crouched down, with his pants down around his ankles, I see more of his business than I care to.
About this time, he reaches for a shirt and starts wiping his rear end.
[shrieks of horror escape me]
No. I. Am. NOT. Kidding.
This man was busy with his "#2" right there in broad daylight on Broadway.
Ladies and gentlemen I will be checking myself into the psychiatric ward immediately after this post. Please send gifts and well wishes.
I can honestly say I have seen it ALL.