One late morning recently I saw a well dressed, well groomed young man, complete with cellphone and messenger bag, relieving himself against this column. He was actually standing on the opposite side of this brick wall, and had enough class to face away from the street. Although I could only see his upper body, the posture was unmistakable. I pretended I didn’t know what he was doing, and he pretended he didn’t know I was walking by. Actually I think he really didn’t know I was there.
I wonder what made him think this column was a good place to take a leak. It’s adjacent to our office building’s parking garage, which leads me to the real Q:
What is it about parking garages that reminds males of bathrooms?