Ahahahahahaha. Good to see you again my friend.
My best ex and I thought we'd made the perfect solution when we got a place with 3 bathrooms. It didn't do me any good at all, her and her two daughters were in there all the time.
And they all seemed to dry their nylons in what was rumored to be my bathroom so that I was accosted every time I went to pee.
One question. Why did @manujune put salt in her underwear? I'm pretty sure that would make me uncomfortable.
Hahaha!
No underwear involved in that salt trafficking.
She sneaked a small cup with salt and hid it in her drawings. We discovered she had this compulsion to eat salt (and I thought that eating dirt was nasty enough).
I am guessing you eventually freed yourself from the no-bathroom oppresion.
My ancestors were so happy. They had the whole mountain for themselves. They never had to argue about not finding a free tree or riverbank. They did not have to deal with clogged pipes either.
I'm a believer in your body telling you what you need. Maybe hers is asking for more sodium? Or maybe iodine?
Ahahahaha. All I had to do was go in and finish up before anyone else was up. It was a rental place in the city so I didn't even have a tree in the back yard to use. I believe I have peed outdoors more times than indoors in my life, but I'm old and have to pee often and that might not be the case any more.
I was running a tractor on the farm when I was younger when the urge came upon me. I was plowing and in a place nobody could ever see me so I stopped and squatted behind the plow. A friend of mine in a spray plane was flying home cross country and knew it was probably me (my farm) so cut his throttle and flew in quietly until he was right on top of me then hit the throttle and smoke. I'd have jumped 10 feet if I'd have been able to. As it was I finished up pretty quick. He came back around and wagged his wings as I fingered him.
I talked to him a couple years ago and he still remembered. Damn.