Lately I have been going home for lunch, so One I can have a decent meal and Two, so I can take the Poozer out for a potty break. On this particular afternoon Sam said he would be joining me. As I got home, everything was seemingly normal. Sam said he was walking over from his place and would be there shortly. I walked in and was greeted by a very excited little pup. When I gave the command “let’s go,” Molly immediately darted across the street to our little park.
Meanwhile, this frail skinny man dressed in a blue polo and light brown corduroys, holding a brown paper bag came stumbling out from behind a pine tree, mumbling something to himself. As he came down the sidewalk he suddenly stopped, turned around and started shaking his pants leg. His light brown corduroys started to get darker and darker, then I saw a stream of pee on the sidewalk. Molly of course, ever so friendly, always has to say hi to the bums who pass through the park, usually scaring them out of their pants. I shouted, “Molly, OK let’s go,” the bum still oblivious to everything.
Needless to say, my appetite was not the same when I sat down to eat my sun dried tomato wrap with basil, arugala, mozzarella cheese and marinated grilled chicken, but I ate it anyway…
When I got home from work the bum was still wondering around the park befuddled.
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