Early yesterday afternoon I was expecting to meet Jett and Dylan at the little Alpine-styled Lauterbrunnen cabin we’re renting, but they weren’t there when I arrived. So I texted them and they said they were in town and would be along. The problem was that they had the only key to the place, and I was coping with a slight call of nature. But I figured I’d wait it out.

The minutes dragged on and they didn’t show. The little devil on my left shoulder began to think about taking care of business behind the cabin. “No!,” said the angel on my right shoulder, “don’t be an animal!” But Jett and Dylan were taking their time. I looked around and noticed that there’s a small driveway behind the cabin — a possible problem — but also that nobody had driven by in quite a while. I also considered the fact that the rear of the cabin is sheltered from view by a hilly mound. Quiet, quiet, no cars, no cars….fuck it, the devil won out and I stepped behind the cabin.

Four or five seconds later a car drove up the driveway with a family in it, and with a three-year-old staring and pointing at me from the back-seat window. I couldn’t hear what he was saying but I could guess. And five seconds after that another car drove by with a pretty girl at the wheel. She also checked me out.

If I hadn’t stepped behind the cabin, those two cars would have never driven by.