Waiting patiently for the bus this morning, the oddest thing happened.
A homeless guy strutted up to the trash can on the corner, and very deliberately placed a baby's bottle full of what I could only assume was pee on the top of the trash can.
Not in it. On top of it. As if he were placing it on the mantle next to his Emmys.
Brimming with pride he turned on a dime, and without a word strutted right back across the street. It was obvious he'd just one-upped someone, somewhere. I could almost hear him thinking, "Awwww YEAH! Take that you summana bitches! I'll SEE your bag of poo, and raise you a baby bottle full of pee. That's right. A baby bottle. FULL. of. PEE! Yeaaaaaah- Boyeeeee!"
Incidents like this remind me how much I love my neighborhood. What? Move and leave all this? Not in a million.