When I was walking in the mall the other day, I saw a surly looking young man walking toward me, clutching his crotch. Black t-shirt... pants down to his butt crack. For some reason, I thought that it was funny. When I was a little boy, I'd always hold off until the last minute before going to the bathroom. There was always something far more interesting to do. And I, like so many other little boys, would clutch my (dare I say it?) penis to keep from losing control. When a little boy does that, the Mother always asks dutifully, "Do you have to go to the bathroom?" and little boys invariable release their grip momentarily and say, "No... not me."

Now, it's considered cool for young men to walk around clutching their crotch.

As the young man passed me, I was tempted to ask him "Do you have to go tinkle?," but he was bigger than me and looked like he was already in a nasty mood.

Or maybe I could have said, "They sell Depends (adult diapers) at the pharmacy"...

Some thoughts are better left unspoken. But around a kitchen table, it's alright..

Jerry