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interrupted a cabbie's piss I guess

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Toronto, 2003.08.27

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.

rand()m quote

A civilization is a heritage of beliefs, customs, and knowledge slowly accumulated in the course of centuries, elements difficult at times to justify by logic, but justifying themselves as paths when they lead somewhere, since they open up for man his inner distance.

—Antoine de Saint-Exupery