pee pee man
Working crazy hours can make you neglect blogging. I’ve recently found this out. But enough about work. Just because I work 50 hours a week and don’t get home until after midnight, is that a reason to complain and whine? NO!! So I’m only going to whine to myself. Not on my blog.
Anyway, I was on the subway yesterday. I walked into the car and the doors closed behind me. As soon as they did, I knew I’d made a mistake. Most of the people in that car were crammed together on one side of the car. Just as I was trying to figure out why they were all bunched up over there instead of spreading out, the stench hit me. A small, peanut looking man was the source. He smelled like he’d been rolling around in dirty diapers for a few months at least. And, as I was just wishing I’d chosen a different car to ride in, he began to pee his pants. I knew because of the rapidly growing puddle beneath him. It was gross, funny, sad, and intriguing all at the same time. Like a bunch of rubber neckers, all the passengers’ eyes were glued to the puddle.
I knew they were probably nudging each other and making bets on how much of the floor it was going to cover. Anyway, the story would probably be more interesting if I had stayed on the car, but I didn’t. I moved to a different car at the next stop.
Good night. I’m tired.
