Public Urination
So, I thought i lived on a pretty nice street until this evening when i was walking down it. There was an elderly drunken polish gentleman urinating freely....on a car. Sadly this is the second time i've seen someone urinating on a car in nyc, although the first time was on canal street in chinatown on a bustling sunday in the middle of the day. A bit more conspicuous.
Seeing someone pee on a car is one thing. When its on your street, that's another. All i have say is i'm glad i don't have a car.
posted by vaiva @ 7:11 PM
16 Comments:
before you moved into our apartment on Ausros Vartu Sarunas and I had a little problem in that someone took a dump in the stairwell a few times... I made him clean it up of course!
And does anyone else see the irony of public urination in a street called Canal? Or am I just sick?
Public Urination by drunk people is commonplace. I used to go to this bar where they had a 'bladder buster' night and you could drink all you wanted for free until someone used the bathroom. Of course, they wouldn't let you outside because just about everyone would pee in the street for free beer. The guys would actually pee into their cups in the bar. Females, though, lack that kind of grace and always ruined the night for everyone.
dumb broads. can never count on 'em for anything.
apparently there's some public urination guide to NYC floating around, but i haven't been able to find it online.
if the guy was pissing on the tires, that's puse bedos. if it was the windshield or hood, that's more gross.
if i go in public, i usually go for contruction sites, crack houses, or your backyard. but i'm not an animal.
I once came upon a similar situation in an LA stairwell. There was nobody peeing at the time, but there was a gentleman soaked in his own urine spraweled across the stairs between the second and third floors. It was super-fun stepping over him so that I could get down!
--Giedre
shit... I just realized that I spelled sprawled wrong... I'm an English major; they kick you out of school for stuff like this. Please don't tell my dean!
Giedre's comment reminded me of a posting of my own from a while back: uncut
wow, let's get these replies in alphabetical order:
rachel: that's funny and it makes me happy. i don't remember that at all. why didn't you have a lock put on your front door? or keep look out and beat the piss outta him?
jamson, that's awesome. i can't even believe it! did all you can drink include hard liquesr? you should have made the girls wear diapers.
dariau, even the windshield or hood is much better than the door handle!
giedre, he was probably on crack. i've got a couple friends who tried crack. they said they laughed so hard they pissed and shitted themselves, but they felt so good they didn't care.
giedre, i'm a professor of english pedagogy, and i don't even take points off for spelling mistakes, unless they're something you spellchecker could have picked up or i've specifically explained what a misspelling might mean, like Eye sow ewe.
dariau, your uncut post was awesome, i'm really happy for you! i didn't get the part about the guy's dick being out. why was that? at first i thought he was just pissing with his dick in his pants.
vaiva, congradulations, i think you're now officially a New Yorker.
Aras, this was a long time ago in High School (Fake Pennsylvania ID was garbage, but it worked) but I believe your options were Beer, simple mixed drinks (Rum and Coke, G&T, etc.) or weak Kamikaze shots. Not the greatest options but it was free and it was always a good time to berate the individual that spoiled everyone else's fun.
Aras, I'm sure you remember how Sarunas and I had the problem of homeless people sleeping in our stairwell? It stopped eventually when I gave the old woman a pillow... we're not actually sure who did the actual dumping, but that only happened twice anyway. I just can't believe that the people who lived below us didn't bother cleaning it up when it was practically on their doorstep.
And I wanted new locks but the landlord said we didn't need them (undoubtedly because he did not want to pay for it) and then towards the end of December I was personally targeted for a burglary because they took all my shit and none of Vaiva's. The door was totally fucked up but I'm sure that if we had better locks it could have been avoided.
That landlord sucked.
i don't remember that. so you were robbed by someone who knew you well enough to be able to identify your things? that's bizarre.
and no, i don't remember he homeless problem, but i know i'd kick em the fuck out if it was my house.
yesterday, on my walk from work to the subway, i saw a nanny with a 5 or 6 year-old boy. he was in a stroller, and she was talking to him. all of the sudden, she hurriedly picked him up out of the stroller, faced him towards a parked car and pulled down his pants. pee shot out, hidding the passenger door of a ...wait for it... BMW! i was amazed by how powerful the stream was, and that a 5 year-old was pissing in public on a beamer.
They were not only able to identify my things, but they were able to freaking well find them in the mess of an apartment that Vaiva and I kept. My camera, my laptop, my laptop bag, discs of poetry and novels I was writing, my fur coat as well as the telephone which I used as an alarm clock. By the way, I was asleep when the whole thing happened. It kept me disturbed for ages and I nearly returned to Australia one month early I was that frightened, but a friend convinced me to stay and I'm definitely glad that I did.
have i told you how glad i am that you got a blogger blog with 'vaiva?' sweet!!!
was the friend me?
and how can the police have found the items if your apartment if they were stolen?
did i ask you this four years ago?
and if you were so drunk that you stlept through the royal trashing of your place, as it sounds, is it possible, if the stuff wasn't actually missing, as it sounds, that there was some kind of ritual cleansing by trashing your stuff that occured? i ask because my last roommate cedric told me that once he got trashed and destroyed everything electronic he owned, including television, steruo, and plastation, as well as a 100% glass coffee table (plate glass glueed on top of 40 jonnie walker bottles), just for a moment of clensing. he was a bit of a ludite at heart.
I was actually sober when I went to sleep that night, but trust me, I could sleep through a hurricane.
And the police didn't find what was missing, I just knew what was missing because it was all my stuff and I needed it and knew where it was among the mess.
and the friend wasn't you, it was the guy I was sleeping with so that might have had something to do with his convincing!
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