"Ok, so, I'm walking in the Metroparks and I just came around the bend to start heading up Hell Hill as I call it. Coming toward me, down the hill, is an older guy. Because I'm a nice fucking person, I always smile and nod to fellow walkers, runners, bikers, crazy rollerbladers, etc. A crazy psycho may think twice about killing me if I'm nice to them. Anyway, the old guy and I exchange "good mornings" and I continue hauling my fat ass up Hell Hill. Hell Hill winds up the side of a cliff and I can see the path that I was just on below me. So, I'm huffing and puffing my way up and I look down and I see the old guy flashing me his ass. I'm like "Oh. My. God. Is he a perv flashing me?! Its his ass and not the front junk, but it's still a flash...holy crap!!" Then I look closer and I see that he is making dump cake right there off the side of the path! His feet are on the path still and he is sort of in this 3/4 squat just dro...