My sister Luler-belle called me this morning and shared an interesting tale. On her way to work while stopped at a busy intersection, some movement caught her eye. A man pulled over to the shoulder, walked around to the passenger side, reached in for out a roll of toilet paper, pulled down his britches and squatted.

Gawking, Luler-belle almost sat through the green light until the car behind her honked. Driving by, she hollered, “I hope everything comes out all right!”

I ain’t no potty psychologist, but I like to …