Picture a nice little campsite in Moab. Now take that campsite, drop it on Main Street just behind the Texaco and fill it with 100 people from a singles ward. That’s where I was last weekend. And it got hot. So after lunch, of course, it was time for a trip to the swimming pool. I don’t know about you, but I had never before camped with a swimming pool so I had to try it out.
While walking over to the pool, I was putting on sunscreen, but I wanted a t-shirt to wear back from the pool. So if you’re wearing a women’s swimsuit, some orange shorts and need both hands to apply sunscreen, where would you put the shirt? Exactly: tucked into the back of your shorts, like a t-shirt tail.
Something happened on the way to the pool.
I had to go pee.
This isn’t one of those pools where it’s particularly kosher to “warm the water” so I went to the public, flushing restrooms first. I wandered into the middle stall, used a tissue to blow my nose, then pulled down my shorts (and swimsuit) and sat down. Who looks down while they pee?
So I’ve emptied my bladder and I go to flush the toilet when suddenly…. why in the world did I use so much toilet paper?
Wait a minute. That’s NOT toilet paper.
Oh goodness. That’s totally my t-shirt, in the pee-filled public toilet.
Just try and imagine: you have a t-shirt (which is a nice adidas t-shirt with climalite, sweat-wicking properties), floating around in your own pee in a toilet that you don’t know when the last time it was cleaned… WHAT WOULD YOU DO?