I read this wonderful article this morning:
New Mexico Jogger Repeatedly Poops on Man's Home
As someone with a complicated history of shitting in public, I would pose the argument that instead of doing so with malice in her heart, this jogger simply has found a private area on her favorite route where she can make a deposit when nature rears its ugly (turtle) head. I have catalogued a list of places I can duck into in case of a gastrointestinal emergency for the streets I run the most. Granted, up against the wall of someone's house is not on that list, but perhaps New Mexicans should reexamine their dearth of public lavatories.
Until the truth comes to light, for the time being I'm on Team Jogger.
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