Is what I just heard a guy say before the sound of the all too familiar rush of water (beer? Hennessy?) reverberated off of the pavement. As I write this, I am sitting on my enclosed back porch and I’m pretty sure the jackpot-make-shift-urinal was actually the stairwell of my downstairs neighbor’s apartment. I entertained snapping back the curtain that overlooks the prized pissing hole and catching the guy pee-handed, but as they say “the whiz is already on the stairs”. What’s that? Nobody says that? Nobody in the history of saying things, has ever said that? Fine. Maybe I’m just tired and didn’t want to see a strange man’s weiner. A girl has to pick her downtown-living battles!
This all went down while I was reading a blog post titled “Oh, Chivalry, Where art thou?”