Now, I’m not one to hang out and read a few chapters of Stanley Kubrick in the crapper but come on, let a man do his business.  Poor Mo was hoping to go in peace but his eager little sis’ was all too adventuresome to test his skills of concentration.  I’ve said it before, humans only wish they were as masterful.

This guy got his business done, dealt a few hisses to the propped up and punchy Katrina and moved on.  Me, you or anybody else would have reached for a loaded plunger and handed out a good old scrap n’ crap.

If you’ve going to your favorite track for some mo’sports downtime, then it has happened to you at least one time. You need to park it for a bit, unload the trunk and give yourself a high five for the deposit.  But, it’s that one inconsiderate fella that has the common sense of a flat tire that puts the fear in all of us as we focus on the job. 

Ol’ stick horse has to try opening the door when he could have easily bent his heat-seeking-ass over to look and see if there were some limbs on the floor.  Or, if it’s the ubiquitous portable toilet outside turn 3, ‘ol horsey just sees a green box for him to back up his dumpster, not the RED Freakin’ knob, er, sign thing to indicate it IS in use.

Look, it is not art (although there is a big-time driver I know that likes to name his donations to the sewer).  But it is our own personal journey we take to relieve the day or begin it. 

Just show a little love to your track mates next time your bowels begin a Battle at Guadalcanal.  Simply, remember the grade school edict when approaching a crosswalk …look, listen and learn.