While walking to pick up Leila at her friend's house this afternoon, I noticed a group of police officers ahead of me, all wearing latex gloves and blocking the sidewalk. Obviously something was up, but I didn't want to jay walk across the street right in front of all of them. As I got closer, I saw a gentleman lying face down on the sidewalk, pants off, underwear half-off, fondling himself and chatting away. I heard a siren approaching, surely to come help this man find a more suitable place for his activities. I asked the officers if I should cross the street, but they just made room for me to walk on by. I was thankful that I only had Norah with me, who is too little to ask questions. Leila, on the other hand, would have had a lot to say about this man and his exposed "peanut" (her current word for penis).