I have never raced back to the office in such a hurry to post something so juvenile.

As I left a client, taking the back alley, across the street further down the alley, I saw this:

 At first, I wondered if it was a small child sitting on a ball, or if it was a person at all and my mind might be playing tricks on me, but nope!  The being in question stood up and drew up their drawers.  Yes!  I had witnessed public… something… and I needed to further investigate.

I had already turned away from the alley, so the next step was to turn down the following street.  Why such levels of curiosity?  I needed to know, for some reason, whether it was a dude dropping a deuce (because it’d be gross that he didn’t wipe) or a lass writing her name in Sanskrit (which is still kinda gross about the whole wiping thing).

As I may my left turn in a hurry, I spotted the culprit taking her seat on the brownstone’s front steps.  She was on her cell phone and it appeared, by my summation, not to be a new call!  Movers were taking things into the house around her, so why didn’t she relieve herself inside?

Was she afraid of getting caught with her pants down?