I was taking the girl to school a couple of days ago when we passed a small field with a guy stood in one corner, apparently having a swift pee. He was tucked away in the corner with his back to us, looking down intently and with one of his arms hidden from view. We walked past apprehensively (at least I did, Lauren just bounced along as she normally does), until the guy turned around and all was revealed.
No, not that. He had been watching carefully as his small ratty dog relieved itself in the corner. And the only reason I couldn’t see his arm (the man, not the dog, dogs don’t have arms) was that he (the man) only had one arm.