The place was packed. Teenagers in all shapes and sizes moving about everywhere, but not many adults. Adults, I’m referring to those who appear to be over 25. I observed most to be between 12 and 18. But this was no typical teen party…or maybe it was…for Sheffield.
It was soon obvious that the open space directly in front of the car is one of the yard’s rest rooms…minus the porcelain, minus the sink, minus the walls. By the time the fourth guy stood profiled in front of me and released a “stream” into the bush, I no longer felt embarrassed having a front seat view. But when the ladies stopped to squat, I had to turn away and resist the urge to hand them a wet wipe. All the while people were passing by in both directions without even given that area a glance.
“That’s the way you do it here.” says Drivah A; followed by a shrug.
Speaking of people passing by in both directions, I asked if the field has other openings? Perhaps back THAT way (behind us) from where all those young folks are coming. He glanced back then looked at me as if to say…look closer at those young folks coming from THAT direction.
I did. The girls…some of the young ladies’ disheveled appearance was hard to ignore.
“So…they go back there to….”
“Yes. It’s darker back there. Easy to “slip in” “slip out” so to speak.”
“Forget them. What about your daughter? What time is it?”
“10:49”
“Good, she should be coming out soon?”
“Yes.”
Originally Posted by TAH
