As Ed and pulled into the parkade in Gastown, I was disgusted but not surprised to see a well-dressed man unzip his pants and piss against the wall near the elevators. I commented on how pathetic some people could be, and we parked our car.

We headed to the elevator just behind the pisser. Luckily (?) for us, his friend was holding an elevator for him. Ed snaked his arm into the door, and they opened for us.

“Huh huh I *guess* we’ll let you into the elevator wearing that jersey.”

We’re on our way to see Vancouver vs Edmonton at GM Place, and Ed is wearing his Oilers jersey.

“Oh you can let him in,” I snarked. “HE doesn’t piss in parking lots.”

The pisser and his friend took it in stride, suggesting that I give it a try sometime. I’m good, though. I wasn’t raised in a fucking crack house or anything.

Kimli: 1, Dapper Pisser: 0