March 12, 2014
The postal worker is
caught urinating behind the shed. He is thinking he’s protected by the circle
of buildings, yet he is spotted by a woman, sitting at her home office desk, with
a squirrel’s view.
There is a subsequent text
alert sent out to the Neighborhood Block Club, letting the folks know of the
bandit mail carrier.
Several times, while
walking the dog, after an especially cold morning filled with urgent emails,
phone calls, unexpected events resulting in extra cup of coffee or two, I
wished there was a public restroom available. I must empathize with the postal
worker, take his side, in this unsavory attack on his character. Who can blame
him for taking a risk and doing what comes natural to boys, big or otherwise,
when nature calls. It is either hiding behind a dumpster or wearing astronaut
diapers.
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