11.30.2006
At work today this autistic Indian (dot, not casino) teenager pulled down his sweatpants and whizzed on the floor by the escalators. He really let loose too. My manager and I were standing talking and we turned around and saw him peeing. We tried to distract him, and his flow stopped for a second, but resumed its healthy unimpeded flow. He pulled up his pants and darted down the escalator.
I followed him down, and tried to get his name, or the name of one of his parents, so we could call them over the intercom. No dice. He just repeated what I said in an Indian accent. The store manager manged to track down his father and all his father had to say was "But he's autistic."
Dude, if your kid is autistic and prone to whipping his schlongs out and peeing in public, then it might be a good idea to keep him on a tight leash and not let him go wandering.
Damn.
I followed him down, and tried to get his name, or the name of one of his parents, so we could call them over the intercom. No dice. He just repeated what I said in an Indian accent. The store manager manged to track down his father and all his father had to say was "But he's autistic."
Dude, if your kid is autistic and prone to whipping his schlongs out and peeing in public, then it might be a good idea to keep him on a tight leash and not let him go wandering.
Damn.
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