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Nov. 3rd, 2009 | 09:35 pm

This afternoon, I popped out of the house, around 3pm I think, and there was a man standing in the doorway of the Irish pub on the corner near me (the one that used to have noisy karaoke and bands on but not doesn't, which makes me a bit sad at the general reduction of fun in the world, even if it wasn't much fun for me). He was dressed relatively respectably and standing there quite calmly with one hand on the wall and the other by his side.

The only unusual part was that his knob was hanging out of his trousers, and he was pissing on the pavement. I can't remember exactly what I was doing at the time - going to the corner shop I expect - but whatever short errand it was, when I came back, he was still there.

I really can't work this situation out. If he'd been thrown out of the pub he wouldn't have been standing in the doorway. If he hadn't been thrown out, why would he piss outside? It's cold right now. I suppose he might have been about to leave, on the way out of the door, thought "oh I need a wee" and not been motivated enough to go as far as the toilets. And I suppose, from the back, given that he'd not pulled his trousers down at all, just popped his old chap out of his fly, and was facing outwards, the bar staff might not have noticed.

It's not really the sort of thing that makes me want to patronise the establishment though.

oh, moustache

Still stubbly.

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