One Mo' Time

Dogged Pursuit

I see the damnedest things from the bus.

Short - very short - hair. Formerly white t-shirt, too large on her slender frame. Stained, dark green skirt. And a pair of shoes of uncertain size and type.

At first, the woman appeared to be simply walking back and forth in an agitated fashion between the nail emporium and the popcorn shop immediately next door. Then I saw the real reason for her hurried, purposeful steps.

The staining, wet concrete beneath her shoes told the tale. There she was, in the middle of the downtown bustle, pacing and wiping her feet in her urine like a dog marking its territory. Ugh!

I swear, I've never been so disgusted at the panoply of human behavior BEFORE getting to the office.

posted by La Cabeza Grande @ 6:45 AM