.for kids that think it still exists.

I was going to talk about the
oil spill and how it makes me
sick and looking at large
bodies of water
and thinking about them ebbing and flowing
of oil instead of water
almost made me vomit into the Hudson

but

I'd rather share the story of a
small Chinese boy (3ish)
at the corner of Eldridge (a street filled with....lets just say, mysteries) and East Broadway,
with his father watching,
taking a dump on the sidewalk.
Pants down,
butt out,
little pooplettes on the sidewalk
like a Chihuahua had just passed.
Seriously Dad?
Seriously Chinatown?
Seriously kid?
You're a bit too old to not
be able to hold it in.

And any restaurant should be understanding.
In Mandarin
or English
or whatever.
Most people, I think,
internationally,
have sympathy for a pained-gotta-go kid.

I just want to know if Dad had a poop bag ready
and picked it up.
But that oil-induced sickness
was coming back
and I decided to go home.