What am I talking about? What have I encountered on a daily basis for a week straight?
The shameless relief of human waste in public.
It started with a three year-old having mom help her pop a squat and pinch a mini-loaf. Pretty funny stuff. Something about a little girl in a daisy flower sun dress defiling a sidewalk is hilarious. Such a sweet soul performing a hideous act.
Same sidewalk, next day. A man pulls it out in front of me as I'm walking by. Nonchalant, as if grabbing for change to buy a snack at a Kiosk. Boom, out in the open. Spread the legs and make it rain. No big deal. To him, I didn't even exist. I'm sure my eyes were big with shock. I could have danced in a Napolese tribe dress and he wouldn't have noticed. All he was focused on was relief. Right here, right now.
Different place, next day. As I walked down my favorite alleyway with an old and abandoned caged-in court for kids to play soccer in on the right, I noticed something. A flash of faded pink granny panties made their way up. But to where? All I could see was the cotton moving upwards, then I saw who it belonged to. She was easily in her mid-fifties and dressed in soiled flannel as she pulled up her tarnished khakis. Her hair had thinned out into clumps of silvery strands with a pink blotchy scalp peeking through. Here eyes were sunken in deeply, she didn't have teeth and her abundance of wrinkles combined with her oddly long neck made her look like a turtle. A guilty turtle. She knew what she did. I made direct eye contact and shook my head.
She stood above her puddle of relief and held the stare of shame.
How hard is it to find a toilet? There's outhouses all over but people love to whip it out and let it all out.
Come on Hamburg, hold it in.