All my crossing guard kids had gone by (I have to stay until 4:30 when school gets out at 3:30. I was standing there playing games on my cell phone. My son had come to meet me and he tapped on my shoulder. He pointed out an individual across the street, standing between a car and a stockade fence....uh....relieving himself.
Hey! This is a nice family neighborhood!
On the bright side, I don't like the people whose yard it was.