Wednesday, May 30, 2007

How Could I Leave This Behind

One post and not too many moons ago, I promised an entry about the inexplicable -- and at times disgusting -- behavior of certain women.

I'm not talking about the women who engage in belching contests with men or anything of the sort. And I'm not even here to tell a story, per se. Rather, I'd like to enlist your help in coming up with answers to questions that have been plaguing me since Saturday evening.

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Though I hadn't needed to use the nearby "pit" toilet at all by day, as dusk settled in, nature began to call quite clearly. So I asked Washington for directions (he said there were signs) and I made my way to the loo.

[NON SEQUITOR: Times such as this, a certain part of me wishes ill will towards men, for their brazen ability to "go" on a moment's notice -- and not only do they "go," but they do so, rather coldly and matter-of-factly, when their female companions stand nearby in agony. Couldn't you at least share our pain? Is chivalry really so dead?]

But I digress.

I made my way around the bend, paused at a sign indicating "SHOWERS" were to the left, and tried to determine whether or not this was the sign Washington mentioned.

Showers, afterall, are generally near restrooms. Right?

Right?

So I turned left, noticed a small building radiating that familiar stench, and saw another sign pointing towards "SHOWERS," indicating they were up ahead beyond this particular structure.

So this is the pit I thought. The pit of despair.

[You Princess Bride fans know what I'm talking about.]

I heard voices coming from inside the shelter marked "women."

I heard one woman yell "Me first!" as I placed my hand on the door.

And my mistake, dear readers, was in the follow through.

I should not. Should not have opened the door.

What I saw was a hefty women, completely naked. She was only inches from the door with her backside to it, legs spread and back hunched (as though touching her toes).

Suffice it to say I was given quite a view of a rather large -- and rather unattractive -- nether region, made to look all the more unflattering by its position.

"I think someone's coming in," I hear another female say.

Almost coinciding with those words, I picked my jaw up from the pestilence-infested ground, turned my heels, and quickly made for the trail back to my campsite.

***

Later after dinner -- I "held it in" for nearly two more hours -- Washington escorted me to the toilet pit proper, confirming for me that I had indeed gone to the right place (and not some secret campground sex dungeon).


I should add that there were four "pits" inside this structure, all of them offering the privacy of a stall. So anyone doing their "business," ideally, would've been in a stall.

And yet, there was a rather unsettling puddle of water over the floor where the woman had been standing, which caused me to wonder if perhaps she had made the concrete her restroom. Whatever they were doing, I can't for the life of me figure out why it warranted the "Me first!" exclamation.

Washington speculated that perhaps they were searching for ticks.

Your hypotheses are welcome. Though please bear in mind this blog is PG-13.*




*I realize this very post may be breaking the PG-13 rating.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Um... that visual is going to be stuck in my head for a while. Maybe they both need some resource that there was only one of? It is days like this that I am glad I am good at denial and forgetting. For anyone else, I would recommend drinking until you burn that memory out of your head, but...

On a different note, not having the issue of finding a bathroom when nature calls is in the 400 series of reasons I am glad I am a guy. It isn't that we don't feel your pain, it is just that we don't understand it.
~BPP

Pamela said...

oooooohhh dear..
I hate those stinky places and the faster I can get in and depart, the better.

Your narrative is funny - your jaw dropping.. big giggle outta me.

I'm going with this hippo-theses

They were trying to go "man-style" so they wouldn't have to put their bottoms over the hole.

Stacy said...

"I'd prefer not to"
think about it that is.
My high school girlfriend could pee while standing, she was so cool.

disgruntled world citizen said...

I'm sorry, I'll be in the Red Roof Inn. ;)

Anonymous said...

RYN: Yes. 51. Yes, in retrospect, it was nuts. But (and this is such a guy thing to say) I can now say I have done it. Needless to say, after that, well, what's the point in trying anymore? :)
~BPP

Lee said...

AHHHHHHHH MY EYES! MY EYES! AHHHHHHHH!

NONONONONONONO!!!

Academic Advisor said...

Why do women do anything?

We don't know.

Michael K said...

As a guy, I can offer a little insight into why we are not bothered by doing our business in places like these. Unlike women's restrooms, practically every men's room we have been in since we were born has smelled like a bloated, rotting corpse in a sealed room in August.

Now on to the topic of the ladies room. The women were playing a camping game called "Shit-pit Shenanigans." All you need to know is that there are no winners in Shit-pit Shenanigans.

Winter said...

The only way my Husband has the ability to get me to go camping is the promise of a bath house (which are just showers with creepy stalls)...

I can relate on you seeing what you saw last weekend, I myself have been subjected to things I would have never EVER seen in life had it not been for my Husband's desire to sleep with wild animals and bugs..

James Burnett said...

Thanks for the nightmare! Now, I'm going to go find something sharp to poke out my mind's eye. You are brave. I'd have held it in till I got back home. Or I'd have dug my own pit.