Tuesday, May 27, 2008
And Now: A Little Ode to Public Urination
I love peeing outdoors. It's so freeing. The breeze tickles your bum, you feel at one with nature. Back in September when I climbed Half Dome, I drank so much water that when I reached the top I was ready to wet my pants. It wasn't my top choice as far as outdoor bathrooms go, but I had to go. I had no choice. As you can see from the picture, there are no trees, so I had to have my two girlfriends stand sentry. At one point, I heard Alysha say, "Please don't come over here, my friend is using the restroom." As though there was an actual toilet there. Gotta love it.
Anyway, today a friend told me that she was on the road for far more time than anticipated over the weekend and, when confronted with a pee-in-her-seat or pull-over (read: live or die) situation, she chose to crouch curbside on a major street in LA.
"Was it the middle of the night?!" I asked her.
"No it was 3 p.m. And there was a security camera nearby."
Awesome. This story brought much joy to my day. Hope it casts a warm yellow haze over yours too.