Bob wrote: Jake92 wrote:I stopped along the side of I-17 in AZ once and a dang scorpion walked in front of me when I had my pants down using paper towels to wipe.. That was bad enough, but then I heard a rattle.. Good thing no other cars were around.. LOL
Wow now that's intense. I tried to do a #2 on the side of the road one time but never again. When I squatted down I needed one arm to balance me and one arm to wipe and discovered you have to be a contortionist to do that.
Nahhh, no contortionism necessary to learn to squat proper. Just takes practice, and since I've been doing it since I was potty trained, happily I am pretty good at it. That being said, about 99% of the times I squat it's just to pee, but there are trade secrets on how NOT to pee on your pant legs or boots.
Funny how different people are... One of the requirements I look for in a place whenever I move is whether or not I can pee on my own property without having the law called, and if I can run around nekkid without burning the neighbors' eyeballs out.
OH, but Jake will appreciate that when I was working for the Forest Service, I temporarily got partnered with a city-type gal, to train her. We got up on the mountain to where we were to work for the day and she asked me where and how she was supposed to "go tinkle" as she so delicately put it, at which point I internally groaned yet again at what a damn greenhorn I was stuck with. Anyhow, I told her she needed to go behind a stump, log, tree, boulder or some brush. Then she gets real uncomfortable and asks, "Ummm.... wh.... what, umm, what am I supposed to use to... umm,
wipe?" (and she DID whisper the word, "wipe"). While we did all carry biodegradable TP both in our rigs and in our packs, I was already fed up with this over-book-schooled city girl and had no interest in properly burying her TP for her, since that would be the next thing I'd have to advise her about, then demonstrate by example. So, I told her to grab a leaf or two and do it the old fashioned way like the rest of us did (which we most certainly had done our fair share of). She stood frozen in her tracks, staring at me for a while.
Finally it occurred to me to advise this dummass to NOT squat on, grab and/or wipe with Poison Oak. So, being the overly book-educated smarty pants that she was, I inquired, "Hey, you know what Poison Oak looks like??" She said yes,
of course in a condescending tone, just as I was reaching for a Sierra Nevada ID book to show photos to her. She wanted to be bitchy about it, so I thought,
F*** her if'n she gets Poison Oak on her hoo-hoo and her ass! And I'm sure you can imagine what transpired next. Not only did she squat on it and get it all over her ass, but she also grabbed some leaves (they're so PRETTY!!) and wiped her hoo-haa with them.
We got half way down to the bottom of the piece of timber we were traversing and inspecting that day, and she began squirming around. I knew then what she'd done, but inquired what was wrong. She informed me that her (whispered)
"female parts" were burning and itching, as was her "bottom." It was difficult for me not to ask if she had somehow acquired a sexually transmitted disease just to see the look on her face and to hear her /horrified/ response, but somehow I controlled my bad self. lol. Instead, I told her that she'd squatted on and wiped with Poison Oak. Bitch actually argued with me. I told her that was fine, but we at a minimum needed to get her back up to the top of the property we were on so I could take a look at it and figure out next steps, unless she was feeling tightness in her chest, or any other such thing.
So we humped it back up to the rig, and it took me a while to convince her that, yes, ma'am, we are IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, and I am your First Responder. As such, YES, you need to show me your ass so that I can determine what needs done next. (Damn city people!). She had a pretty good rash after it got irritated by her Levis coming back up the hill, and I was sure that her hoo-ha wasn't feeling too good at all. Covering up the name of the poisonous plant, I got out my Sierra Nevada ID book and showed her the picture of Poison Oak and asked her if that was what she'd wiped with. Her eyes popped out in surprise and she exclaimed, "YES!! HOW DID YOU KNOW??!" I uncovered the name of the plant and told her that she'd squatted and wiped in Poison Oak. She shut up on that subject but insisted upon being taken ALL THE WAY back down to the station (4-1/2 hour drive) so that from there she could go to the hospital (another 3-1/2 hour drive). She quit shortly after that... couldn't hack it. Good riddance.