you’re not going to believe this

but anyhow
I’ve been going to the track for year
and tonight between the 6th and 7th races
I was in the men’s crapper
at Los Alamitos
and this man walked in with a
corned beef on rye.
he walked up to the urinal
and holding the sandwich with one
hand
he unzipped with the other
got it out
and urinated.
then
having finished
he shook it and zipped-up with
his non-sandwich hand
then stood at the urinal and took
a big bite out of the sandwich
then turned
and walked out of there without
washing his hands.

I keep telling people that there are
more things to the racetrack than
horses.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1980
Source
Original manuscript