Walking back home from lunch yesterday, I passed a taxi driver standing beside his vehicle, urinating into the gutter in broad daylight. I saw him from behind (thankfully), but a gentleman walking in the other direction saw him from the front. That guy was laughing when we walked past each other. I was just shaking my head.
This didn’t happen in an unpopulated area. That street is lined with high rise apartment buildings. Dozens of people probably saw the guy peeing from their windows. Hopefully, the rain diluted his output. I wrote down the cab’s number. If I see it again, I intend to avoid riding in it.
Later in the afternoon, I walked to a nearby drugstore. After lunch, I had discovered that I was out of toothpaste. As I left the store, three police vehicles with lights flashing raced up the avenue at a high rate of speed. I couldn’t see where they were going; they disappeared quickly.
I walked no more than a few paces before hearing a car horn blaring. I looked in that direction and noticed that traffic had stopped in the left two lanes of the avenue (the far side from where I as walking). The person who had honked impatiently moved into one of the open lanes and sped off.
A few steps later, I could see that the traffic jam started on the next block. At the front of the mess, a taxi was slowly pulling over. Near the taxi, a bicycle delivery man in a yellow vest lay on the ground between two parked cars. The bike was badly mangled. The guy was conscious; it seemed as though he were trying to get up, but was too badly injured.
I didn’t see what happened. I don’t know if the cab hit the guy or whether the passing police vehicles somehow triggered the accident, but it was an unnerving sight. I heard the ambulance pull up a few minutes later. I hope that the cyclist will recover.
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