Sometime over the summer, Belle and I were out surveying her territory one day after I got off work. We reached the cemetery and I saw something odd. There was a very old man, his back bent into an L shape by age, leaning against a tree at the edge of the cemetery. His truck, a rusted out hulk, looked almost as old as he did.
He just seemed to be standing there but didn't look very comfortable. I wondered if I should ask him if he needed help or directions or something.
I took a few steps in his direction when I noticed something. The old man wasn't just standing there. He was, in fact, urinating on the cemetery fence! Since he clearly had the situation in hand, I no longer felt the need to help him.