My father taught me it’s acceptable when outside to pee in any corner I find convenient, the only caveat, make sure no one is watching. Barely twelve when I received this liberating lesson, I often forgot the part about who might be watching, and one day the neighborhood crone and her sister caught me in the act. The two sisters summarily dragged me by the ear to stand zipper open in front of my father. Dad stood looking at me with a barely disguised smile on his face and apologized, saying “I can’t imagine where he learned to do that.” Satisfied at my humiliation the crone released her grip on my aching ear and turned, walking away arm and arm with her sister.
