Speaking of tragedies, yesterday on my usual hike through SF's McLaren Park I stopped in a park bathroom. I noticed what looked like red drops of blood trailing across the floor, leading to a stall in the back.
Heading back there, I wasn't sure if I was going to encounter a gunshot victim or someone mauled by some earth-moving equipment from some of the nearby construction. So I open the stall door and see this:
Then I remember that the bathroom is near the Jerry Garcia Ampitheater in the park and they were doing Shakespeare in the Park this weekend. So fortunately it was just some actor who "MacBeth'ed" in the bathroom.
I like the verb MacBethed. I think I will add it to my toilet vocabulary from now on.
Heading back there, I wasn't sure if I was going to encounter a gunshot victim or someone mauled by some earth-moving equipment from some of the nearby construction. So I open the stall door and see this:

Then I remember that the bathroom is near the Jerry Garcia Ampitheater in the park and they were doing Shakespeare in the Park this weekend. So fortunately it was just some actor who "MacBeth'ed" in the bathroom.
I like the verb MacBethed. I think I will add it to my toilet vocabulary from now on.

I used to go to that park once a year for a music festival (they don't do it anymore) and every year I'd hear stories about what a popular place it is for people to leave dead bodies.
I've found men generally acknowledge it, or at least accept it as plausible...
