I’m in front of my building, waiting for a food delivery.
I get anxious and walk to the corner, looking for the regular delivery kid to come peddling down the street.
There’s a nicely dressed young mom a few feet away…
white capris, a short-sleeved navy striped sailor shirt…strappy sandals, a purse the size of Utah, on her phone, yakking away. Her son, no more than 4, is pulling on her pant leg to get her attention.
“Just a minute Ben,” she says in a sweet, but firm voice.
Ben says, “But mom I gotta go?”
Took me a second to see, though he looked like a little lawyer late for a meeting in his khakis and white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, nature was calling.
Again, he tells her.
Again, she tells him to wait.
He then, marches to the corner not far from where I’m standing, unzips, casually streaming his needs across Park Avenue.
What I especially found fascinating, was the casual way he did it as though he’d been to the, I’ll just whiz outside, rodeo before, and how those going by, didn’t bat an eye.
After rezipping, he goes back to his mother who now gets off the phone.
“Okay Ben,” she says, “let’s go use the bathroom at Starbucks.
Ben says, “I’m okay mom, I don’t have to go anymore.”
Mom says, “But you’ve been pestering me all this time.”
Ben shrugs and says, “I don’t have to go, so can we just go home?”
“Okay,” Mom says, “but how bout some ice cream first, for being such a good boy.”
Just then, the guy with my sushi comes whirlin around the corner.
Last I saw of mom and son, they were heading towards the Mr. Softee truck parked across from Starbucks.
Ya gotta love kids, and yourself, just a little, for being that fly on the street corner. 🙂
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