Peeing Outside

[Savannah]

This is the board that caused me to put my wedding ring up my nose, too. I’m easily swayed.

[Cluricaun]

@Boyo_Jim

Perhaps the list of people who DON’T pee outdoors is shorter.

Dude, you’re from Wisconsin, the land of peeing outside.

[sugar_and_spice]

Friday night, towards the end of a five hour drive (to Wisconsin, in fact). We got off at an exit but it turns out there was no McDonalds, it was dark, I just told my boyfriend to pull over.

Much more efficient, really.

[BetsQ]

:eek:

I think it’s been at least 15 years. I’d like to avoid ever doing it again if possible.

[Danalan]

@beanpod

I remember learning to pee outside when I was 3 or so. I’d follow my mom to the garden, and when I had to go it would have taken far too much time to take me back to the house. The problem was, I’d pee in my shoes every time. (I’m a girl.) So I’d end up running around barefoot until Mom finished, and then she’d have to take me in and give me a bath. I don’t know why she persevered. Took me at least a year to figure it out.

This reminded me of a cute story:

Peggy, (head nurse of the ICU) lived in the country, and her husband frequently stepped outside to a nearby tree to relieve himself when he was working out in the shop. Cue Peggy catching her 3 year-old daughter with her pants down, peeing on the garage floor. Pee everywhere.

“Daddy does it all the time”! was the daughters defense, so Peggy calmly explained that daddy did it outside, by the tree, and was careful not to get any on himself. Not wanting to get into the anatomical differences, she simply explained that daddy could aim his pee, and the daughter couldn’t do that.

3 days later, Peggy is having a dinner party. She’s dressed the daughter up to greet the guests, but has a sitter so that Peggy can focus on impressing her boss and the hospital’s new CEO. During the soup course, everybody looks out the window, and Peggy sees her daughter dancing and playing with the fallen leaves in the yard outside the dining room window. Everyone is just charmed by the little darling.

Then the 3 year-old lifts up her skirt, pulls down her pants, and, carefully holding herself to aim, with a wide stance: Pees on the maple tree, not 10 feet from the dining room window.