Yesterday was like any other Monday... I worked the late shift. My boss texted me around 10 am and asked if I would pick up the deposit slips at the bank. No sweat!
I was running early, so I decided to grab the slips and make the most of my extra time to finish up some work stuff.
Sprinted into the bank, grabbed the slips, and was exiting the bank to the car when I heard it. A weird.... "shhhhhhhhh shhhhh" noise. "Shh" is probably not the right spelling of this sound, but I'm trying to be quick here.
It was the sound of liquid hitting asphalt in the parking lot. So, let me paint the scene for you.
There is a man (green dot) standing next to his Jeep in the spot next to mine. Facing away from me.
It is from him that this liquid is coming from. A steady stream of YELLOW LIQUID COMING FROM HIS PANTS.
At high noon, directly in front of the main window of the bank, a man was PEEING IN THE PARKING LOT.
He was also wearing a sweater in 86 degree temps, but I found that much less startling.
I panicked. My first thought was to call the police... but literally, what was I going to say?!
"Hello, 911 Emergency? Hi, this is Sarah. I'm standing at the bank and this guy here is PEEING. Just out in the open, WITH HIS PENIS. I thought you might want to know. Ok thanks!"
So, I got myself under control. I wanted him to STOP and STOP NOW so I made some noise, dropped my keys, picked them up.
Nope, STILL PEEING.
So, I did what any super girl would do... ran and jumped into my car so fast I hurt my arm. Put that car into reverse so fast I got whip lash and shut my eyes until I was halfway to the parking lot exit.
The question is... the ladies at the bank think I am awesome (in my mind). Do I tell them what happened in their parking lot yesterday... or just let that stone go unturned?
Cause honestly, this is the stuff that awesome stories are made of, right?