Going Parkin'

So it's a pleasant Sunday morning in Takoma Park. I wake up, get myself put together, hook up the dog and start walking through the neighborhood to the farmer's market. It's 9:45 in the morning, so the sun is out, the birds are chirping, a slight breeze is in the air, people are milling about, all is nice in the world.

We're walking down the sidewalk and parked on the street is a car and it looks like a guy is reaching behind the front seat and rummaging through the backseat. No big deal, until we continue along the sidewalk and lo and behold the guy is not rummaging through the backseat.

He's rummaging his way through a sexual encounter with a girl.

Oh, that's right people, at 9:45 on a Sunday morning on a street in Anytown, USA, this girl has her feet planted firmly on the ceiling of the car, his bare ass is exposed and they were having relations. No blankets, no car curtains, no nothing. Just going to town right there on the street. Sure, this street wasn't exactly 5th Ave in NYC, but there is a church about 100 yards away and Sunday morning, if I am not mistaken, is prime talking to god time.

The wife, in our collective shock, just burst out laughing and we kept turned out heads forward and kept on walking. I glanced back once we got to the end of the street and the festivities seemed to have ended. I know "parking" used to be a popular thing back in the '50s or something, but they at least went to remote lakes or cliffs or at the very least a damn secluded parking lot to get frisky. Of course, Luke's first question upon hearing this story and laughing was, "Well, was she at least hot?" Sorry, pal, no she wasn't.