What is wrong with people

Shortly after I arrived in Scotland back in the late seventies, I found myself walking through Glasgow city centre on a Saturday evening, and I had a culture-shock moment.

Back in those days, there were lots of public phone boxes around, and most of them were the classic British model. Most people can probably visualise what I mean: red, about eight feet high with a domed roof, composed of a geometric pattern of solid horizontal and vertical bars holding small panes of glass, and a door that was also like that and one piece (unlike the classic American phone booth folding door).

So I'm walking down this street fairly late in the evening, and there are lots of drunken Scots staggering around, singing and shouting and occasionally scuffling with each other, and up ahead I see this young woman sorta stumble toward a phone box, yank the door open and stagger inside. I assume she's going to make a call, but then through the little panes of glass and in the dim light inside the phone box, I see her hike up her short skirt, do something underneath and squat down with her back against the wall of the box.

I later figured out that this was very common in British city centres. Most of those phone boxes in places where there were lots of pubs had at least a faint reek of stale urine. I'm sure it's one of the reasons those classic phone boxes have very rare these days. What public phones remain are most often very utilitarian, the occupant is much more visible to those outside, and often they aren't fully-enclosed.

By wasted S0UNDS_WEIRD do you mean like drunk?