“Why?” I sometimes ask myself as I look at the kitchen window.
It’s just a mailbox.
Everyone else on our street has a mailbox.
I don’t see it happening to theirs.
It’s not like I constantly stand at the kitchen window peering out at the world. Well, just the world on our street.
But when I’m making some mac & cheese and I see it happening, I want to say something but really can’t since they might take it the wrong way.
Maybe I do want them to stop but it’s not really hurting anything.
I’m sure there’s a smell but I’m not going to bend down to check it out.
There’s been others in the neighborhood and there still are, but they don’t do it.
So why does the kid from next door constantly pee on our mailbox post?
No matter the weather, if he’s passing by, he stops and takes a pee on the post.
Good thing it’s plastic?
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