See this little kid?
So did I this morning en route to taking Rapha to kindergarten.
See how it looks like his toochas might be hanging out?
And no, I have no idea either. And neither does the woman to his left holding the purse, for that matter.
Why would someone's mother take him for a bare toochas walk down a busy city street? Got me.
Or on the same theme, why would a seemingly together, non-inebriated/non-homeless guy sitting the next table over at a city cafe spit such an utterly gutturally horrific loogie into the potted plant beside him as to evoke the gag reflex and morbid curiosity surrounding his clearly un-gentrified upbringing?
I'm having a difficult time coming to terms with Holy Land Central these days. Indeed I am.