Another story

My brother-in-law is a pharmaceutical sales representative. The job requires him to travel all around southeastern Iowa, visiting various doctors’ offices and attempting to sell his wares to the doctors there. It’s not a job I’d enjoy, nor be particularly good at, but he excels at it.

Well, one day, he stopped at a gas station to purchase a soda and use their pay phone. As he was using the pay phone, which was one of the outdoor ones you still see occasionally, a young boy, perhaps five or six years old, approached him. The boy walked over and just stood, looking up at him. “Hello,” my brother-in-law said.

The boy didn’t answer, but simply unzipped his fly and peed on my brother-in-law’s shoe. My brother-in-law, who had not anticipated this turn of events, jumped back quickly, out of the boy’s… stream. Then the boy’s mother saw what was going on.

“What are you doing?!?” she asked her son. “You don’t pee on him!”

With that, the woman took her son by the arm, and led him away, presumably to find those on whom he was supposed to pee. The mother said nothing to my brother-in-law. No “Sorry my kid peed on your shoe,” or anything of the sort. Just took the kid away.

My brother-in-law hung up the phone and went inside to wash off his shoe in the gas station’s restroom.

The end.