In what some people laughingly refer to as the "good ol days" where a nagging hysterical woman could be told to pull her self together with a firm pat on the cheek many men had no input into their own childrens upbringing. This was left to the women while man, the provider, went out to work.
Todays roles are changing and men and women are becoming one combined gender goo….pardon the imagery. I approve, the roles should be equal however there are other things to consider and so I can now lead on to my point.
On two seperate occasions in two seperate places, one town and one city, I have seen something that has made me wish for the good old days. On these two occasions I was at a public urinal…the toilet, mans modern day castle, a dark dank hole aways from the worries of the world. I began to urinate, as is the custom and let my eyes wonder down. I spot a foriegn object in my peripheral vision…something that doesn't belong…I quickly glance left.
A small girl is watching me urinate.
What do I do? do I zip up half tank and run away? do I angle myself? and this has happened because a young modern father has decided to take his little girl out to town to visit the shops. He too needed to releave himself and was faced with the decision….do I leave my daughter outside unprotected or bring her in to watch strange men urinate next to me?
I'll leave you to decide whether the two fathers I encountered made the right call…