Had an interesting conversation the other day with Kathrine and her roomies. Regarding a curious phenomenom that you may or may not know about—-the Pee Bottle. If you have a large number of siblings, and your family took a lot of road trips, I bet I don’t need to tell you what it is. I mean, you know what it is. It’s a bottle that’s filled with pee!
But it’s used to keep your drive time going, to maximize your efficency. So when you are traveling to Disney World which is 14 hours away, you aren’t needlessly bogged down by pee breaks. And you force your sons to use a milk bottle or something to whiz in while your sister gets to use gas stations, or some bushes if it’s particularly desolate.
Some people might consider the Pee Bottle inhumane, or cruel to make children use such a device. But now that I’m grown up, I think it makes perfect sense. If I have a large drive ahead of me, I might be packing a Pee Bottle. I should note, I don’t think Pee Bottles are reusable. That would be gross. Especially if you made your son wash out the Pee Bottle and dry it for use later. And where do you store it? In the garage I guess. Or maybe you just leave it the car all the time. Maybe sometime in the near future it will become some sort of standard accessory for cars, like those foldie things that protect your dashboard from the sun, or dohickies that connect your iPod to your car stereo.
And in time, they’ll make a Pee Bottle for women too. It’ll probably have some sort of funnel in its design somewhere. Honestly, I can’t think of how else it could work. It needs a funnel.
Speaking of Pee Bottles, one of my ex gf’s had to pee a lot. It was just a thing. No big deal, but she often had to go. So one time, the Shelk Car broke down—it overheated and something else went wrong. We called my dad and the parents came to the rescue. We had gone to 7 Eleven previously to the breakdown and had slurpee or Big Gulps or something. And she had to go. So she threw out the rest of her soda or slurpee and used it as a pee cup. Right there in the car. Humbling enough, right? But then just as she had finished, my parents arrived.
And my mom came right up to her window and saw my g.f. with the cup and said, “Oh what you drinking?” The g.f. just meekly said ummm Mountain Dew or something. The moment came and went. But I was wondering if something strange might happen like my mom would ask for a sip, or she’d ask why aren’t you drinking it? I always think of a multitude of embarrassing situations that could present themselves. They never do. But I like to be prepared for them mentally just in case. By the way, don’t you think the Mountain Dew was a good recovery? She was really drinking Diet Coke but her lie would have been spotted right off if she said that.
pee bottles are everywhere. they are on every road side. i often find myself looking for pee bottles. it’s a really funny way to pass the time. it’s funny to see the different bottle types people choose to use, their level of hydration ( you can tell by the color ) and the amount to which the bottle is filled. It’s hilarious!
They do make them for women/girls: it’s called the “travel jane” and just has a lily shaped opening instead of a circle. There is also another cup/bottle for women but I cannot remember the name. Just search female travel urinal and you can probably find it.
If you are too cheap/time restrained to buy a travel jane, you can use a “specialized funnel” like they sell at Napa Auto Parts or Lowe’s… the kind you might put oil into a 4-wheeler with, it will have a slanted top and that does fine.
As a young woman I’ve just scooted to the edge of the seat, used this, and directed the flow into a bottle opening or just watered the bushes on our farm.
A cup like your girlfriend used is also fine, it ought to be a minimum of 16 oz though or ya gotta cut off mid-stream! : )
Your girlfriend (an adult, right?) doesn’t need to worry about what your mom thinks: SHE HAD TO GO! If your mom asked for a sip (who would?), she could have just said, “it got warm and isn’t good any longer” and just tossed it into the grass roadside.
I’ve had enough with the men-only need to pee. Girls gotta go too! !!
When I was quite little my parents would let me go in a cup or container; I don’t ever remember my brother going in the car…my parents were human and found a gas station for him and so I never had to witness that. I was much more likely to volunteer for the nearest tree than he was, just out of practicality.
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