the end to a long week (life, not the nicest side of it)

At 5-ish, when I finally left the school (last teacher there, by the way), I decided to walk home. I like to walk the two miles when I am not completely loving life. It helps me feel calm and I normally have some cheesy "I love the world" moment. It's been a long week and I really need to feel the love again. But, it was not to be. Around the corner from my school, I saw a man peeing while walking. I did not think that this was really possible. Well, I actually never thought about anyone doing that. He was just crossing the street, right in front of me. I wanted to yell at him. But, I was afraid he would interact with me (in any way) and I just kind of ran away.

I can think of four other times I have seen men pee on the street since this summer. I hate it. And, now, I never wear my shoes inside my apartment. Who knows what I have stepped in. By the way, if you visit, I don't require people to take off their shoes...but, it would be nice.

The day had more than one nasty (and unexpected) interaction with bodily fluids. As an elementary school teacher, my tolerance is high. But, today, pushed even me.

Must find something to be less cranky about soon. If I believed in auras, I would guess mine would be the same brown as my student's backpack, after she dropped it in "a puddle" this morning.