Inside dining is closed in our area, so last night I was waiting in the drive-through line at a fast-food operation. Right ahead of me was a small Honda. The line was at a standstill. All of a sudden the back door on the driver's side opened. A very young little dude hopped onto the pavement between the car and the building. He bent over to pull his pants and underwear down around his ankles. When he stood up again, his little nozzle was visible for a second or two. Then he aimed it with a couple of fingers and got down to business. The little guy produced a jet of pee aimed right onto the driveway. Poor boy must have had an urgent need -- he just kept peeing and peeing!. Then he shook his little dickie and for good measure stomped several times in the puddle he had created.
Funny thing -- he never looked at my truck, never looked at me sitting right there in the five-dollar seats, never took his eyes off his business. Totally immersed in his own urgency. He had exactly one goal and he performed it with complete success. Ah, boyhood!
Thunder Cloud
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