Today I took the boys to a Boy Scout Camp. It was supposed to be an overnight camp, but they didn't have nice 'facilities' or running water which nixed it in my book. I told you, I don't have to have electricity, but I need running water. I need to take a shower. I, quite frankly, don't even care if it's cold. I just have to be able to shower.
Anyway, at lunch the boys from our Pack were running around playing hide and seek, which was easy considering all the tents to hide behind and all the bushes and trees. I sat at the picnic tables and talked to a couple of the Dads.
The topic of my not camping with my boys there came up and I told them, 'No facilities, Bou doesn't camp'. They laughed. Then I said something along the lines of "... and those port-o-lets they have around here? No.Way."
And from there a great discussion ensued about nasty port-o-lets and the exact moment we individually had vowed to never use another. (They agreed that port-o-lets were awful.)
I told my story and ended with, "They are just so filthy, I'd rather have my bladder explode and die of a massive bacterial infection than use a Port-o-let."
Now Bones had walked up and sat down mid-way through this conversation. The young boy is taking it all in, and upon hearing my last comment about how I REALLY feel about port-o-lets he said,
"Mom, the regular bathrooms here are worse than Port-o-lets..." (They had a set of indoor bathrooms he had used earlier in the day, dismayed that I wouldn't just let him whip it out so he could pee in a tree.)
Said I, in response, laughing with the Dads, "And how would YOU know?! You have not used a port-o-let in your 6.5 years on this planet."
To which he replied with the open eyed, raised eyebrow expression he gets when he knows he's right and is adament, "Yes I do! I just HID IN ONE during Hide and Seek!"
And with that, I nearly vomited right then and there. The Dads are laughing hysterically, I'm having problems breathing as I'm trying to comprehend the pure filth he hid in...
Ack. Everytime I think of it I want to scream, "NO!!! SAY IT ISN'T SOOO!"
Who in the hell hides in a Port-O-let?!!!
Posted by Boudicca at December 10, 2005 09:40 PM | TrackBackAnyone who doesn't want to get caught. Because who the hell is going to LOOK in there. Bet no one found Bones during that round.
Posted by: sticks at December 11, 2005 06:07 AMROTFL!
Posted by: vw bug at December 11, 2005 07:08 AMROTFLMAOASTC! Agree, bet no one found him. At least he did not hide in the "cave" in the port-o-let... *G*
Posted by: Laughing Wolf at December 11, 2005 08:02 AM.. there is a true cunning and sense of adventure in that child...
Posted by: Eric at December 11, 2005 09:19 AMGood boy!
Posted by: _Jon at December 11, 2005 10:16 AM"I told my story and ended with, "They are just so filthy, I'd rather have my bladder explode and die of a massive bacterial infection than use a Port-o-let.""
Reminds me of Tycho Brahe, the Danish astronomer. He supposedly died in 1601 of a burst bladder when attending dinner with the King.
Nice, huh?
If you'd have let him "pee in the tree", he'd have probabaly hidden there instead. One thing is certain, he knew for damned sure he wasn't hidin' in the permanent "facilities".
;)
Now, I go camping with out running water, and I would kill for a port-a-let. A lot of places I go have good old fashioned out houses... Those are nasty. 10 years worth of human waste really does a job on the "atmosphere" inside one of those.
Especially if you get splashback.
Posted by: Contagion at December 12, 2005 08:40 AM