So I’m sitting in my car having lunch and reading a book, killing time before my next viewing when something catches my eye. Looking up I see a shifty bloke unzipping his pants ready to take a leak against the side of the building. Do men still do this? Seriously? Stop it at once. I thump my fist on the horn and gross bloke damn near craps himself blurting out “Sorry..thank you” before running away, miniature penis too small to flap in the wind. Boys are boogers.
In case you were wondering, I was reading A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan.
2 thoughts on “Two for One”
I’m more worried about the fact you’re having to eat your lunch in the car. Poor diddums.
I have a very hard life. Sniff.