At lunch today with two friends I had the opportunity to fully come to terms with my morning walk to work. Below is a retelling of what transpired. And though it was likely much more amusing to see my face turn red as I told the story in a single angry breath, here goes nothing. . .
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I left for work around 7:15 a.m., which is earlier than usual. On my way, three things happened in succession that angered me and led me to contemplate the state of our world and the people in it.
While walking along Main St., there was an older gentleman in front of me drinking a can of soda. He was apparently finished with it when he decided to crumple the can in his hand and discard it with a fairly strong toss into the street. Sir, I completely agree that once you’re done you should no longer be forced to hold onto an empty can even when there is a trashcan a foot in front of you. I mean, really, this idea of keeping our streets clean only works if there is a trashcan within arms reach at all times. I’m sure the City of Los Angeles will hear this and know that those three trashcans within a two block radius is not nearly enough.
Of course my eyes followed the can of soda thrown into the street, which then caused me to look down along the curb and realize dog owners have really taken the phrase “curb your dog” to heart. Well, I’m glad to see that everyone is trying harder to keep their dogs from doing their business on private property, but there is an extra step that we are forgetting, right?
Finally, while standing at Broadway and 4th trying to forget about all I had seen this morning and thinking of that cup of coffee I needed in order to get my day started on the right foot, I see three young men standing across the street. My first though was “huh, I have a bad feeling about these guys.” My second thought was “is he doing what I think he’s doing?” Oh, yes he was. A very nice, sweet young man needed to use the facilities rather urgently it seemed. Young man, I know the public restroom about a block away was far and apparently not in the direction you were heading, and because of that I completely understand the need to drop your drawers to relieve yourself on the side of a building in the middle of morning traffic near quite a larger number of pedestrians trying to get to work. But, honey, there really wasn’t much to see. So next time please keep it to yourself and, at a minimum, find a bush.