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interrupted a cabbie's piss I guess

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Today at lunch I took the building's internal stairs down to the parking lot to head home. I emerged from the doorway to find a startled fellow hustling away from the door, as if he'd been standing right outside.

Normally, this is no big thing, but there's no way into the door from the far side. Then I noticed the puddle. The guy had been using the parking lot to have a piss.

Blinking in surprise, I carried on, and spotted the fellow still hustling away at a bit faster pace than a jog. Amazed, I watched him run to a cab. Where he opened the driver's door, started the engine, and roared off.

Too pressed for time to stop at a restaurant or something. It left me wondering how much cabbie urine is left in city's parking spaces in a week.