One time we were going for our afternoon jog on one of the main streets in town. A woman in front of us, probably in her 70’s, simply slipped between a couple of hibiscus plants, hiked up her skirt and without looking, dropped trow.
At the football game the other night, one well dressed and somewhat older man was not satisfied waiting in line and so decided to pee in the corner of the hallway leading to the bathroom. Oddly enough a teenage boy took note and decided he would do the same.
In front of our apartment on the busiest street in town, we regularly see people peeing into the river from the edge of the sidewalk (as shown in this picture from our balcony). Upon further inspection we noticed that every one of the large trees on the the boulevard has a permanent stain on it.
On the same street about 3 blocks away, the taxistas have decided their pee spot is the slow lane. They simply pull over, open the driver’s side door and act as if they have stepped into a public bathroom.
These are just some of the more mundane and regular sightings we encounter and obviously it gets much worse at night when people are walking around drunk. We won’t go there.
This seems to be a country-wide phenomena that is as ubiquitous as litter. It’s one thing that has been very hard for us to understand.
The other morning, on the way to work, I rounded a corner and came within inches of a guy 'doing his duty' next to a telephone pole. The sidewalk was very narrow at that point and there was, perhaps, a 2 foot width of walking space between the pole (with the guy) and a brick wall. I wasn't sure what the protocol was in these situations, but there was no way I was getting that close to him. I ended up walking way out into the street to pass him on the other side. Fortunately no taxis or buses were flying by at that moment ...
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