Well, after hearing many New Yorkers regale me (on their own accord I might add, not something I generally ask about) of the first time they saw someone poop in front of them, I finally got my chance last night. This guy-or gal-pooping-in-front-of-me seems to be a right of passage of some kind, and I can finally (?) join the club. Be warned...... gross poop talk below. Its about 11:30pm, after a really beautiful night in this city Im walking along the North side of Washington Square Park, smelling all sorts of regular weird street smells, trees, pee, pot, then, all of a sudden: poop. Yep poop. Oh wait, no... second smell, human, exciting kind of dinner, poo. Then I look up and see a young guy, about 15 feet away, drawers down, staring out in wonder, and with his hand to his head. Me I put my head down and say to myself (ok that just happened) and keep walking. THEN. As Im passing him I hear him say (to the person on the PHONE?!) So... yeah.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 13:11:01 +0000
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