I have written about urinating in public and the difficulty we experience when out on survey in remote areas.
My crew was given several mesa/ridge tops to survey for the day. Not a blade of grass higher than an ankle was on those mesa tops.
Well –ahem—when one has to go one has to go!
I shouted, “I have to find a loo. Eyes right everyone!” All the crewmembers obliged my request.
I slid over the edge to get some bit of privacy. Just as I was dropping my drawers I heard, “Hi Cherie.”
I looked to the next ridge and there was another crew waving and laughing at me!
See what I mean?