This is a gross one. Sorry in advance.
My bus stop for the daily trip home is a few blocks away from where it drops me off in the morning for work, in downtown LA. That puts it even closer to Skid Row. Oh yes, it is a real place. We can talk about that later.
The other day as I turned the corner towards the bus stop, I saw a stream of liquid rolling down the sidewalk. When I looked upwards to its source, I found a homeless lady talking to herself, holding her pants at her ankles, with her butt on the sidewalk.
You just cannot and should not react. The mental state is unknown, and they are sometimes just oblivious to their surroundings. So I just walked around her as if nothing were happening. When she was finished, she pulled up her pants, scratched her lady box, and walked away. I told self to erase from the memory bank.
Which brings us to today. Turning that same corner, I almost bumped into her. She was in a deep conversation with self, and continued pass. When I turned back around, I immediately thought to check the sidewalk for urine.
Well, there was a yellow steam. Tombstoned by a pile of poop. Flies were everywhere. Again, I walked around, and avoided looking at it further.
The people at the bus stop were pointing and staring, and completely grossed out. Me too. But what can we really do? Is it against the law? Should we call the cops? There is no reasoning with someone in that mental state.
Really. Tell me. What were we supposed to or can we do?