I rented a car today with the hopes of going fishing. Before going, I had to stop by a self-storage place to pick some stuff up.

On the way to the self-storage place, I had to drive down Queen St. W., and while doing that, it occurred to me I hadn't patronized Chippy's (a terrific fish-and-chip shop) since last summer.

So, I pulled over, parked, crossed the street and ordered salmon and chips with a side of tartar sauce.

Chippy's doesn't have much seating, but I took a stool at the window to await the cooking of my order.

Outside the window, there was a flower pot, with some kind of fuschia-coloured plant life in it.

And while I'm absent-mindedly looking at this pot, somebody is walking their retriever westward. And the panting dog stopped at the flower pot, sniffed and took a whiz all over it.

Yum yum. :(

But, it was a dog, and dogs aren't known for having a keen understanding of human social mores. They only know their bladder is full and that something upright is beside it.

Anyway, while I like the Strokes at 120 decibles as much as the next person (standard noise level in Chippy's), I thought I'd take my food across the street to Trinity-Bellwood Park.

On my way to a bench, I pass by a large tree. And behind that was some male human, in his late 50s and not looking like he enjoyed an elevated rung on the ladder of human achievement.

He was blithely peeing on the tree.

Double yum yum. :(

And that explains my cry of frustation that you saw in the headline for this post.

The birdshit on the benches? That will be the subject of a future rant.