You Never Know What You'll See in NYC.

In January, Brent was called to be the building co-ordinator for our ward. One of his jobs included making sure the church was cleaned every Saturday. So, for a few months, Brent and I would walk to the church each Saturday morning to magnify Brent's calling.

A few Saturdays ago, we began our morning as usual. We got dressed. Then headed to Bagel Bob's on University Place and 11th street picked up a bagel (Brent usually got a plain bagel with plain cream cheese, and I got a pumpernickel bagel with vegetable cream cheese) . We ate our breakfast as we walked the rest of the way to the church (located on 15th street, between 6th and 7th avenues). As we walked on the south side of 13th street, having just passed 5th avenue, my head was down to take another bite of my bagel. As I looked up, I stopped short. I gasped loudly, and without thought, I literally ran across to the north side of 13th street in two seconds flat. 

I am afraid to describe to you what I saw. 

When I looked up from taking a bite of my bagel, in my direct line of sight I viewed a homeless man sitting upon a make shift crate. He was bare bummed, and in the act of wiping. Apparently, he had absolutely no qualms about defecating in front of strangers. At least he wiped.

Needless to say, we stopped walking down 13th street to get to the church.