At 2pm, I stepped out to purchase a packet of fags, only to be met by some drunken fool urinating against the shop’s side wall, right on the high street on a Sunday afternoon! Uncharacteristically, I lost my temper and I’m embarrassed to admit that my response was quite colorful in language.Thankfully, several other passersby joined me, causing the man to flee in a hurry. Seriously, women and children frequent that shop, and neither I nor they should have to witness a man exposing himself while urinating in public. Surely he could exercise some bladder control, or at least use the pub across the street or an alley if absolutely necessary. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve rushed home, nearly bursting, and when finally managing to get my key in the door with trembling hands, I’ve dashed to the toilet performing a comical dance (running and going oo oo oo oo).
I remember a few years back when my Mother faced a similar situation right outside our home. That man ended up receiving a punch from my Father using the flat side of a shovel (to provide context, he was gardening at that moment, and the punch was a reaction to the vulgarities the man hurled at my Mum).
by Jim Aborwhear
