WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
New York City, finding the gold for crap-covered sidewalks is already taken by San Francisco, decides to enter the pissing Olympics with their new city spokesman I. P. Freely
“I got to the park after 7 p.m. and people said the bathrooms were closed. People go out and bounce around and after four drinks, you need to go,” says the bar owner. “We can’t let people go into our bathrooms. They’re closed. This will be a problem going forward.”
Diem Boyd, who heads up the community group LES Dwellers, says while they haven’t specifically fielded complaints of public urination, “There are a lot of people drinking on the street. We suspect that there are a lot of quality-of-life issues bubbling up.”
Spano says she has recently seen a big flood of infractions, even from her fire escape in Williamsburg.
“I live right near the Williamsburg Bridge and there’s a little corner that everyone seems to find perfect for peeing in public. I sit outside on my fire escape and watch it happen all the time.”
With temperatures on the rise, expect the city’s oppressive summer stink to be even worse this year.
“Public urination was already an issue in New York. If this continues into the summer, the smell is going to get pretty bad,” Spano says. “There has to be something that can be done about it.”
Working at a beer store on St. Mark’s Place, Brittany Spano, 27, has seen the Big Apple’s robust social life return, albeit in an abridged form.
Drink windows selling to-go cocktails and beers have sprung up throughout the city, drawing in socially starved New Yorkers who have been in quarantine for three months. But this re-emergence has come with a stream of issues — mainly a steady flow of revelers freely peeing in public since most bathrooms remain closed. And now, with thousands of protesters taking to the streets each day, more people than ever are contributing to NYC’s No. 1 problem by whizzing in the wild.
“Last night, my co-worker saw some guy just coming down the street and pulling down his pants [to urinate],” Spano tells The Post. “She was like, ‘Nah, not here, man.’
55 years ago I had to layover in NYC twice a week. I was working on the Railroad Post Office. I witnessed people helping their children take a dump right beside the curbs on at least 3 occasions. The sight has never left my memory. Nether has my repulsion for NYC.
But like all good sheep they hate Trump, support BLM, and proudly wear the mask of compliance. Odd how the rebellious youths do just what they’re told. Fuck ’em to hell.
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M. MurcekJune 9, 2020, 6:07 PM
Quality of life issues bubbling up. Interesting was to phrase it…
Lance de BoyleJune 9, 2020, 8:37 PM
Down here in NC, if we see someone preparing to take a public leak, we drop a cinder block on their head, tie ’em up, and chuck ’em into a hog pen at Smithfield’s. In a couple of months, they are a nice pork chop. Or possibly a hot dog.
In sum, we don’t just sit there and complain like punk new yorkers of yore.
PA CatJune 9, 2020, 11:58 PM
Whatever happened to all that hoarded toilet paper? Shouldn’t NYC’s public-spirited wokesters donate their stashes for the public good? It would also allow the protesters to pee on something white.
gwbnycJune 10, 2020, 5:01 AM
I mark my territory on Staple Street nightly.
JackJune 10, 2020, 7:50 AM
I went to NYC once in my 20’s. Caught a cab out of one of their airports and drove to the city. Cabbie charged me 2-3x the normal fare and who was I to complain or complain too? I picked up my briefcase and step out of the cab right into a pile of dog shit. I don’t know why I chose that particular pile, there were other piles all over the place.
I walked through the doggy doodoo mine field between two parked cars and then I began picking my way over and around vomit and its drunks that were only waking up or still sleeping it off. I was certain that I’d died and gone to Hell until I stumbled up the street to a McDonalds where I took my place in line for a breakfast wrap. Like the city itself, MD’s was a human zoo and it took over 30 minutes to obtain my measly breakfast.
I’ve never been back but I suppose that if I die and go to Hell, that’s where they’ll send me.
Pay attention New York: I’ve trod big city streets in a bunch of 3d and sub-3d world countries, admittedly in the ’50s and ’60s. Africa, middle east, latin America, you name it. All had one thing in common – unrestrained pissing in the streets. They were hopeless cases then, and the vast majority are hopeless cases now.
HarryJune 10, 2020, 10:02 AM
I remember visiting sh*thole New York in the 80s. I was young. I knew people. It was fun. I took my wife and kids a few times in ’00s when they’d cleaned up the place; “broken windows” policing, fancy new hotels, etc. I was glad to be able to take the kids. The current rulers seem determined to turn it back into a sh*thole. Oh well. At least it will have “character.”
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55 years ago I had to layover in NYC twice a week. I was working on the Railroad Post Office. I witnessed people helping their children take a dump right beside the curbs on at least 3 occasions. The sight has never left my memory. Nether has my repulsion for NYC.
But like all good sheep they hate Trump, support BLM, and proudly wear the mask of compliance. Odd how the rebellious youths do just what they’re told. Fuck ’em to hell.
JWM
Quality of life issues bubbling up. Interesting was to phrase it…
Down here in NC, if we see someone preparing to take a public leak, we drop a cinder block on their head, tie ’em up, and chuck ’em into a hog pen at Smithfield’s. In a couple of months, they are a nice pork chop. Or possibly a hot dog.
In sum, we don’t just sit there and complain like punk new yorkers of yore.
Whatever happened to all that hoarded toilet paper? Shouldn’t NYC’s public-spirited wokesters donate their stashes for the public good? It would also allow the protesters to pee on something white.
I mark my territory on Staple Street nightly.
I went to NYC once in my 20’s. Caught a cab out of one of their airports and drove to the city. Cabbie charged me 2-3x the normal fare and who was I to complain or complain too? I picked up my briefcase and step out of the cab right into a pile of dog shit. I don’t know why I chose that particular pile, there were other piles all over the place.
I walked through the doggy doodoo mine field between two parked cars and then I began picking my way over and around vomit and its drunks that were only waking up or still sleeping it off. I was certain that I’d died and gone to Hell until I stumbled up the street to a McDonalds where I took my place in line for a breakfast wrap. Like the city itself, MD’s was a human zoo and it took over 30 minutes to obtain my measly breakfast.
I’ve never been back but I suppose that if I die and go to Hell, that’s where they’ll send me.
Hell, that’s nothing.
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Pay attention New York: I’ve trod big city streets in a bunch of 3d and sub-3d world countries, admittedly in the ’50s and ’60s. Africa, middle east, latin America, you name it. All had one thing in common – unrestrained pissing in the streets. They were hopeless cases then, and the vast majority are hopeless cases now.
I remember visiting sh*thole New York in the 80s. I was young. I knew people. It was fun. I took my wife and kids a few times in ’00s when they’d cleaned up the place; “broken windows” policing, fancy new hotels, etc. I was glad to be able to take the kids. The current rulers seem determined to turn it back into a sh*thole. Oh well. At least it will have “character.”