That reminded me of when we went to Mopti, up country Mali. Our guide found us a place to pee, which was on the second floor of one of the mud houses. It was just a trough in the floor that led to a scupper that emptied out onto the street below. No wonder everybody walked in the middle of the street. :eek:
Stairwell of a 3 story parking garage. I had a UTI and was an excruciating 15 walk away from my office with no avail public toilets between the garage and work, so I took a risk and squatted behind the landing of the stair well. I have no dignity or shame
Oh yes! In the 80’s Melbourne CBD still had horse troughs, and small cast-iron structures that didn’t look like anything in particular. Friend of mine, new to Melbourne, tanked, and a disgusted passer-by said “why don’t you go inside?”
He was sober enough to be embarrassed by that. And this was the same guy who told me that the beautiful thing about being a gardener working in Kew Gardens on exchange, was that you could fall down in the gutter and piss all over yourself, and no-one would think the worse of you because, in the class-ridden English society of London, gardeners were already at the bottom.
For myself, well the 3 seat bench in the family outhouse would probably seem wierd to some of you.
And in the 80’s, the women in politics didn’t realise that the reason you have free urinals for blokes is not to provide communist/socialist free subsidised service for the ruling patriarchy. It’s so that the dark corners of your city don’t stink of piss. (Yes, I’m thinking of you Shanghi)
so fyi i am a lady
i have peed almost everywhere. when i was about 14 saa couple days after my boyfriend broke up with me so he was sleeping and i pissed and made a small shit on him 
he didn’t know i did it to him so that was good.
Plains, Texas.
About a thousand feet underground. In southeastern New Mexico. In a bottle that I latter (accidentally) added gator aid and drank.
Carlsbad Cavern?
On the side of my ex-mother-in-laws house, while collecting my share of the marital furniture and house contents her son owed me after divorcing me. She was a lovely lady, but damn, it still amused me 
That general area yes.
Lets just say myself (and a few hundred others) in that area have walked where no other “man” has ever “walked” before (and for a good fraction of those areas since).
I had spent the day in the port of Abu Dhabi doing a quality check on a shipment and headed back to my hotel with a full bladder (trust me on this, you DO NOT want to use a toilet in a Port in the Middle East).
So by the time I park in the garage, I am already starting to leak and I know I cannot hold it for the walk to my room, so I unzip, crouch a bit, and let the right front tire of my rental car have it but good.
No idea if there were cameras or not, but nobody ever said anything to me, so somewhere in Abu Dhabi there is a spot that will be forever…mine. ;)
In a city park in broad daylight (with no one around, and against a tree) when I was a kid. I told my mother and she surprised me by telling me I wasn’t supposed to do that.
Richard Feynman tells a story, in Surely You’re Joking of peeing while standing on his head, with witnesses!
(To prove to his dorm buddies that it was possible.)
Where is the wierdest place you’ve ever put an apostrophe? What is the contraction in “pee’d”?
sse, obviously.
(french accent) I’ve peessed there! (/french accent)
A landlord’s Jag. He was an asshole who repeatedly entered into our flat unannounced contrary to the law, including walking in on my while I was bathing.
He liked to park under our fire escape, so his Jag became our nocturnal pissoir.
At the top of the highest mountain in Colorado…no, it’s not Pikes Peak; it’s Mt. Elbert…took some doing too, low on oxygen. And surprisingly enough, you do need oxygen to accomplish it.
At the top of the highest point in Kansas, Mt. Sunflower. They call it a mountain, because it is the highest point in the state, but really it’s in the middle of a corn field. I had trouble there too. Because it is so easy to get to, people kept driving up and watching.
Piffle. Try 2 kilometers underground…right on the rocks.
That’s what you do when you suspect carbonate and don’t have any acid with you that day.
Oh my, I misread your name, MrDibble.
I’m definitely not proud of it but I did pee in a sink once when I was about 14. And yes, there were dishes in the sink.
In my defence, it was in a house I didn’t know belonging to people I had never met before and the friends with whom I arrived had told when we crashed in the late evening not to make noise during the night as the parents were barely OK with us sleeping there as long as we were completely silent. They also warned me that the floor was extremely creaky, so once in bed, getting up and walking around was not an option.
Fast forward a couple of hours later. I had to pee really badly, no way I was going to hold it until morning. My only possibilities were peeing my pants (and the sofa on which I was sleeping, in other words: no !) and peeing in the sink.
In the darkness, I only noticed the dishes when it was too late :o .