(Urinary) Stream of Consciousness -- Just NO!

It's hard enough to avoid distracted driving, what, with your cell phone buzzing, billboards beckoning tropical vacations and trying to find a good song on the old-fashioned non-Sirius car radio.  But it's hard to keep your eyes on the road when you see, out of the corner of one of those eyes, a dude peeing off on the shoulder.

And not discreetly.

It was truly one of the most blatently gross things I've ever seen. This guy, who looked to be in his early 20s, was looking at the cards passing him as he was relieving himself, nodding and smiling. Like a big Screw You to the most basic tenets of civility.

Because I was going at least 60 m.p.h., I didn't have time to do much but tap my horn and look out my window with a "What the hell are you doing?" expression. I'm sure he took my horn tap as a thumbs-up instead of a thumbs-down.

Ugh. Another step on the road (literally and figuratively) to collapse of any common courtesy.

And dude, you know what? The O'Hare oasis was like two minutes away!

So...have YOU ever seen anyone (over the age of potty training at least) pee anywhere in public?



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    Some mothers tell their kids to look both ways before crossing the street. My mother's mantra was, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all." I took that to heart, and like to think of myself as nice. Except when other people aren't nice, which is increasingly true today, and I can't help but point that out to them. Maybe that makes me bitchy-nice (sorry, Mom), but I feel like calling someone out on their rudeness can make a dent. About me: shockingly, I live in the suburbs and drive a minivan covered with obnoxious stickers from my kids' sports and schools. Professionally, I'm a writer, for newspapers, trade magazines and other publications who will assign me stories on anyhing from meat handling requlations (stringent!) to how physicians can best spot deep vein thrombosis (huh?). When I'm not writing, I am a blur in my minivan, driving my kids around, and scolding drivers who cut me off or don't pull over for an ambulance. Reach me at lynnpetrak@sbcglobal.net

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