Urine My Way

One of the singular charms of living in the middle of a city is the, shall we say, colorful behavior one encounters. Take, for instance, the fact that people keep urinating on the front door of our apartment building. Now, I am not opposed to urine per se. Urination is a necessary part of life; I encourage it. Nevertheless, our door is not the best place to do this. There are two reasons for this, aside from any legalities involved. First, the door is not flush to the floor, so urine deposited on the outside of the door inevitably makes its way inside. No one likes to hop over a urine puddle on the way out. Second, as a consequence of this, said urine puddle makes the entire stairway smell really, really bad. Yes, while I am not opposed to urine per se, it is an objective fact that urine does not emit a pleasant aroma. Pity that it doesn't, otherwise our stairwell would smell quite nice right now. So, on the off chance that the wonderful individuals who have abused our door in this way happen to read this blog, let me say, for the record, that I take strong exception to your act. That is all.