when was the last time?

when did you last pee outdoors?

  • this morning

    Votes: 7 41.2%
  • last week

    Votes: 2 11.8%
  • last month

    Votes: 1 5.9%
  • last year

    Votes: 4 23.5%
  • not since i was a kid

    Votes: 2 11.8%
  • never

    Votes: 1 5.9%

  • Total voters
    17

burrocrat

Well-known member
so it is after memorial day now and officially outside time for much of the country. time to get out of doors and into nature and bbq or go camping or swim nekked in the lake or something. i have a question that may deal with a personal matter for some or matter little to others. i wonder?

in germany they call it 'wildpinkling' ( literally: urinates outdooors) and out here in the west it is sometimes referred to as 'watering the weeds' or... i should probably just stop here before things turn crude.

but this is a serious question, what do you do miles from nowhere when it is time? and how to do it cleanly without hassle or worries or socially awkward situations or causing psychological pain to oneself?

when was the last time you pee'd outside?
 
so it is after memorial day now and officially outside time for much of the country. time to get out of doors and into nature and bbq or go camping or swim nekked in lake or something. i have a question that may deal with a personal matter for some or matter little to others. i wonder?

in germany they call it 'wildpinkling' ( literally: urinates outdooors) and out here in the west it is sometimes referred to as 'watering the weeds' or... i should probably just stop here before things turn crude.

bit this is a serious question, what do you do miles from nowhere when it is time? and how to do it cleqnly without hassle or worries or socially awkward situations or causing psychological pain to oneself?

when was the last time you pee'd outside?

Three weeks ago. On my route.

The nearest lua to my route is 1 mile away and this particular day I needed to pee soooooo bad at the wrong time and at the wrong part of my route. This subdivision has acres of fields with plenty of places to hide among the tall grasses and water the plants. What a relief.

I use to hike a lot when I lived in Washington and I got good at drop, squat and pee. Although, now I hear they have some kind of pee cup for women we can use standing.Whatever! I've seen the picture...no need to post. I'll do it the old fashioned way.
 
I didn't vote as it has been before last year but not never. I feel like sharing though. Way back in the day there could be problems in dry climates with getting a good station ground for temporary comm sites. Engineers used to encourage techs to urinate on the main site ground to keep the electrolytic...hell I forget the explanation.

Later in life I would often work in remote power substations with no comfort facilities. Do what you gotta do though I think if there had been a phase to ground fault at the moment of passing the water the step potential would have changed radically to the bad side for the passer.

In our current times all of the substations are monitored by video cameras and events are recorded. I no longer frequent those places but those that do must try to be discreet.

PO
 
fascinating tale of good uses for used water, PO. As for me, I learned how to use outdoor venues as a first grader, stood me in good stead my whole adult working life so far.
 
20 years ago.
Living near the Canadian border, I had a date with a French-Canadian girl in Montreal, an hr north of the border.
Supposed to meet at a restaurant, but traffic was a mess. In downtown Montreal, still about 10 blocks away from restaurant, my bladder gives me the "2-min warning".
Looking for a gas station, a bar or something; then, while at a red light, the "30-second warning" goes off. I knew that walking into a date wearing yellow pants was not an option, so I look over to my right, see a parking spot along the curb and a small sapling tree, next to a city sidewalk crowded with pedestrians. I pull over, keep the engine running, run to the tree and try to shield myself best I can from the hundreds of people walking on the sidewalk 3 feet from me with my back to them, and go "Niagara Falls" on that poor tree.

It was like time stopped, I couldn't believe what I was doing, so I tried to detach from reality. I couldn't hear the traffic or anything except I could hear the stunned silence from the dozens of pedestrians behind me...with occasional mutterings in French, something like "blah-blah-blah-ohhh Amerikan". In about 30 seconds, it was done, I zip up and jump into my still running car, and pop right back into traffic and take off before any "policiers" arrived on the scene. Got to the restaurant, had a great date, and a great night, went back to the US the next morning.:D
 
Now that is one fascinating urination story!!!:D:D:D

I wonder if there any other stories with an international flavor lurking about...

BTW...from the poll results (thanks burro for taking a scientific approach on this subject) I surmise that approximately 79% of us are outside people and 21% are very shy or liars..

FS
 
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20 years ago.
Living near the Canadian border, I had a date with a French-Canadian girl in Montreal, an hr north of the border.
Supposed to meet at a restaurant, but traffic was a mess. In downtown Montreal, still about 10 blocks away from restaurant, my bladder gives me the "2-min warning".
Looking for a gas station, a bar or something; then, while at a red light, the "30-second warning" goes off. I knew that walking into a date wearing yellow pants was not an option, so I look over to my right, see a parking spot along the curb and a small sapling tree, next to a city sidewalk crowded with pedestrians. I pull over, keep the engine running, run to the tree and try to shield myself best I can from the hundreds of people walking on the sidewalk 3 feet from me with my back to them, and go "Niagara Falls" on that poor tree.

It was like time stopped, I couldn't believe what I was doing, so I tried to detach from reality. I couldn't hear the traffic or anything except I could hear the stunned silence from the dozens of pedestrians behind me...with occasional mutterings in French, something like "blah-blah-blah-ohhh Amerikan". In about 30 seconds, it was done, I zip up and jump into my still running car, and pop right back into traffic and take off before any "policiers" arrived on the scene. Got to the restaurant, had a great date, and a great night, went back to the US the next morning.:D

I hope you washed your hands before dinner. :ugh:
 
20 years ago.
Living near the Canadian border, I had a date with a French-Canadian girl in Montreal, an hr north of the border.
Supposed to meet at a restaurant, but traffic was a mess. In downtown Montreal, still about 10 blocks away from restaurant, my bladder gives me the "2-min warning".
Looking for a gas station, a bar or something; then, while at a red light, the "30-second warning" goes off. I knew that walking into a date wearing yellow pants was not an option, so I look over to my right, see a parking spot along the curb and a small sapling tree, next to a city sidewalk crowded with pedestrians. I pull over, keep the engine running, run to the tree and try to shield myself best I can from the hundreds of people walking on the sidewalk 3 feet from me with my back to them, and go "Niagara Falls" on that poor tree.

It was like time stopped, I couldn't believe what I was doing, so I tried to detach from reality. I couldn't hear the traffic or anything except I could hear the stunned silence from the dozens of pedestrians behind me...with occasional mutterings in French, something like "blah-blah-blah-ohhh Amerikan". In about 30 seconds, it was done, I zip up and jump into my still running car, and pop right back into traffic and take off before any "policiers" arrived on the scene. Got to the restaurant, had a great date, and a great night, went back to the US the next morning.:D

Did you wash your hands as soon as you got into the restaurant before meeting your date? LOL probably not, just like my boys..
 
last north shore season when i went surfing. not a ton of bathrooms but beaches and bushes for like 7 miles. drive out of the way to go find a bathroom or find a bush? :D
 
OK I'll play, who PEES in the Pool? Adjusting the ph is no excuse!

I think you know the answer to that, first tell me how many people do you ever see at the pool running to the bathroom saying they really gotta go? Close to 0, and in every case it happens it's probably #2 :P
 
But Norm, it is solely to adjust the pH which cuts down on acid use and therefore production, transportation and handling, probably saving a few polar bear or seal cubs along the way. Besides that, unless you are a "if it's yellow, let it mellow" type you will use a minimum of 1.28 gallons of precious potable water flushing the toilet. Peeing in the pool is responsible citizenship in our global village.

PO
 
i am very very proud of tsptalkers in general and especially those brave or honest enough to relate experiences. a response rate of about 35 is usually max for the quizzes i come up with, so 17 on this particular topic really seems like a sharing moment. i am so glad we have so many hardy and rugged and practical folks here.

this is usually where i post some poll analysis, but i think we should 'let it ride' as i am sure there are more out there just a bit too shy yet to vote or post.

c'mon, where are the kayak or on the tilt a whirl or but i was laughing so hard dang it was funny stories?

and to those who answered 'this morning', yeah! let's do it again tomorrow! freedom!
 
also, i would be very interested in hearing the background, circumstances, and reasons from the person who answered 'never'.

i just cannot imagine a scenario where that would be true. not even once? ever?
 
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