I
mentioned that the bathroom and the outdoors were roughly equidistant
it is actually the fact that most time the outdoor was slightly
further. Well, worth the trip I would say. Sometimes when my brother
and I were playing in the house and we had waited until the very last
moment as kids sometimes do we would run past the bathroom and to the
laundry room and out to the back door to let loose in nature. Some
women, and inexplicably some men even, don't understand why a person
would pass up a perfectly good bathroom to pee outside. To that I
scoff, derisively. To a individual properly equipped there is no
more liberating feeling then to stand in the great outdoors and
commune with nature, pants down and ever mindful of the wind. My mom
was not so big a fan of the practice and tried many times to
clampdown on the method. She felt, and there is no accounting for how
some people were raised, that it gave people the idea that we were
not civilized. It is only the pervasive fear of arrest that keeps me
from doing it more as an adult, so whatever lesson my mom was trying
to teach wasn't learned.
