Jeez, you mention public poopage once on the Interweb and suddenly the, erm, floodgates open. Well, if Curbed is just going to devolve into a collection of poop joke and hookers' tales, then let this be another chapter. Many of you are adamant that a little sloppy deucing isn't a true mark of neighborhood grittiness. In fact, it appears to be the norm. A reader writes:
I hold no beef for Hell's Kitchen, but the fact that you can catch a bum taking a dumpkin on the street does not make the nabe uniquely gritty. Until recently I lived in Kips Bay. When I first moved into the area, I cursed the dog-owners who were leaving their precious pets' turds, some enormous, all over the sidewalk. Then my work schedule changed and I had to start leaving the apartment at around 5am each day. I quickly discovered the horrible truth: those turds were too big to come from dogs. Quite often I spotted members of the local homeless population squatting pants-around-ankles and fertilizing the concrete. I keep trying to tell my later-rising friends that the crap they see on the streets is not dog crap, but perhaps the truth is just too disturbing, since they never believe me.And now, a joke: What's mushy, brown, sticks to your shoe and smells awful? Manhattan, apparently.
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