Three Guys With Something In Common
For all the wrong reasons

I live in what is characterized as a luxury condo. Luxury it is not. Realtors seems to pass it off as that; probably to sell it better. In this condo, you have owners and renters. Rents are rising way beyond what should be normal.
I should note that I can see out into the parking lot from my condo. I see everything. I’ve seen more than one would want to see.
Guy #1
He lives in one of the buildings. He used to buy cars and sell them. They were antique cars. I wonder if he used to be a car salesman. I’ve waved and said hi but never stopped to talk to him. He would keep one for a few months. He always used to wax and shine all of the outside and inside of the cars. I mean, he went to the extreme. He would step away from the car and look at it. Then go back and wax some more. He was very meticulous. People would come over and he would show them the cars. Sometimes they would go for a test drive. Then he would sell them. He only bought one car at a time. One time, there were two real estate women that saw one of the cars. He had it backed into a spot. They went over and took a photo with it. One woman took a photo of the other woman with her phone.
When I first moved here, I saw him go over toward the bushes that were up next to the wall. He stayed over there for a few minutes. He was peeing. Our street was right behind him. Luckily, no one drove by. But our street is heavily traveled from people going to work. Then he left the parking lot and went back to his condo. Why couldn’t he have waited until he got back? Unfortunately, this wasn’t the only time he did it. He did it three times. After the third time, I happened to be talking to the association manager and I mentioned it to her. She told me she talked to him every day. I never saw him do it again. I guess her talk with him fixed the problem.
Guy #2
During one of the hurricanes we had, a lot of people from the south near West Palm Beach and Miami came up to stay with family members in our building. We had hurricane force winds and rain. It was not as bad as was predicted down south. The day after the storm, a man who had been staying with family, came out of the front of the complex and walked over near the wall I mentioned above. He was closer to my building though. There was a bush right near the wall. He started peeing. Now this guy doesn’t make sense. Number one, why didn’t he just go in the condo in the bathroom? I think maybe the electricity might have been off, so maybe the toilet didn’t work. Second, there is a wooded area behind my building which backs up to a golf course. If he had to go so bad, why didn’t he go there? A few days later, the maintenance man went over to the bush and was looking at it. It was dead. Eventually, he pulled it out of the ground and disposed of it. He looked puzzled as to what had happened to it.
Guy #3
The condo had to have a new roof put on. There were workers here for months. They had to re-do the four buildings, all of the carports, and all of the garages. Before they started on my building, they placed a dumpster across a few parking spots right in front of the building. They placed a piece of plywood underneath the dumpster to protect the pavement. The workers dumped the debris from the roof into the dumpster. Every few days, a truck would come and pick up the dumpster and replace it with another one. When they were working on the carports and the garages, they used this same location for the debris. One day, it started to rain and they had to stop. There was a slight sheen of water on our screens and windows. I was looking outside when one of the workers was walking toward the dumpster. He went over to the corner of the dumpster. In plain view, he started peeing up against the dumpster. I couldn’t believe it! Anyone looking out could see what he was doing. I looked away. At the building next to my building, there was a Porta Potty. Why didn’t he go there?
Conclusion
I swear you can’t make this stuff up. This place never ceases to amaze me.
Until next time, happy reading.
-Matt
In the 18th century (I think) people would throw their bodily waste out of the window, which is why gentlemen walk on the outside of a lady, near the kerb, so that we get it instead of them (so much for toxic masculinity). It seems to me that a modern variation of this, such as a well-aimed hosepipe or a sprinkler system would put a stop to this behaviour, or at least move it on somewhere else.
There’s no getting over it, Matt - people can be strange! Great read.