Kalah Allen

We were walking through the park on our morning commute today and looked up to see you, about 75 yards up the path, bare-assed, hiking up your very nice running togs after taking a dump on the grass less than a foot off the path. We watched in amazement as you tossed soiled paper on the grass next to your shit, and then continued on your run toward us. You were well suited up and apparently prepared for your toilet stop, not obviously befuddled or a hapless victim of the hardships of life. There was a public toilet not far from you. There was a grove of shrubs and trees even closer, if you were really caught short. I cannot fathom why you would think that what you did was acceptable behavior. At least next time bring a bag and take it with you.—Anonymous