I imagine other people see some strange things on their daily commutes. But can anyone out there say they’ve seen two flying outhouses? Not one, but TWO! I can say that. This morning on the bus ride up from the train station I spied two port-a-potties swinging from one of the construction cranes across from my block. My first thought was that I was seeing things but the way my twisted brain works, I quickly wondered whether anyone was inside. Wouldn’t that be an E-ticket ride? (If you’re too young to know what an E-ticket ride is than go ask Uncle Google.)
On my walk down to the station in the afternoon I pass a few skyscrapers, a YMCA, an independent gym, as well as City Hall and one of the courthouses. Not to mention one of the ubiquitous Starbucks (yes only one). The courthouse borders sort of an alley and across the alley is a tiny park which is usually populated by a lot of homeless people. And pigeons. During the summer months the scent of burning marijuana often drifts out from the park’s inhabitants and I’ve been known to speculate just how slow I’d have to walk to get a contact high. Then I found myself wondering about the pigeons flocking through the park after scraps. On my walk to the train the other day the birds seemed particularly numerous – covering most of the sidewalk – and they hardly moved when I and the other pedestrians strode through. So what do you think? Are they getting high? Or are they hanging out waiting for the munchies to hit the humans so they can gather up what’s left?
Inquiring minds want to know.