Yesterday, Eileen and I took a little bike ride around town. We went to the farmer’s market, down to the Brittingham boathouse, and then over to the Ruzicka’s. As we were biking from the boathouse by the Monona bay, we saw a guy standing behind the passenger-side door of his car. When we got closer, it was evident he was peeing on the ground.
I smiled at him since we had so obviously caught him in the act. He looked up at us and said, quite sincerely, “Scuse me.”
Weird. In Ecuador, the men didn’t apologize for public peeing, that’s for sure.