Everybody poops
This is the book I thought of as I squatted over a hole I had just dug in the sand, on a hill, with a plane flying overhead. I kept dropping the toilet paper and all my other accoutrements because I was trying to hurry, and laughing at myself because the whole process was just so ridiculous.
I went camping this weekend. We learned about digging holes for our poop and packing out the toilet paper we used before we went. :( I am very regular, and I didn’t want to poop in the desert with no toilets, where we have to pack out our own used toilet paper, wahhhh! So, I thought, I’ll just eat lots of cheese over the weekend and thus AVOID pooping! Ha HA!
But, no. Alas, along with my sleep pad and numerous other items, I forgot my cheese. Thus, this fine glorious morning, I set out on a hike, over a hill, past another hill, up a hill between two bigger hills. Far away from my camp mates, but still not totally safe from random hikers. (Our guide suggested we just nod to anyone who happened to pass by. (As if to say, “Hey, what’s up.”?))
I picked out a sandy spot, careful to avoid the areas with ants. I dug the hole. I squatted there in the morning sun, in the peaceful quiet, on a sandy hill. A small plane flew overhead. Hey, what’s up, plane. Everybody poops.
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