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You know, just when you think you've seen it all at Wrigley Field.
Somewhere around the 7th or 8th during an Astros game, I'm in the men's room.
I'm sure you've heard the descriptions or even been there, but the layout includes a sort of 5' tall wall in the center of the room, and along both sides are long, metal troughs.
So, you wouldn't call this a place with alot of privacy.
Etiquette demands you look up or maybe straight ahead at the guy across from you.
But out of the corner of my eye I thought the guy next to me was looking in a little mirror or something weird.
Couldn't help it.
Guy was writing an email.
Just hangin' free, both hands emailing away and peeing at the same time.
He was so engrossed he didn't notice me staring.
On one hand, maybe it was admirable: not wasting baseball-viewing time with emailing.
On the other hand, he was probably on Twitter, writing "I am peeing in the men's room at Wrigley..."
But without either hand, it was just plain gross.
I scooched down away from him since I was wearing flip-flops.
Tim Souers is the illustrator and author of Cubby Blue and appreciates the opportunity to guest blog here at The Cub Reporter.