I love this!!!! I laughed so hard at your segue to urinating. And you know that I love that through your quiet acts of kindness, you are breaking down the walls of segregation. Unjust rules are meant to broken-Yours in the Sisterhood of Rule Breaking-Mary
I applaud you! This doesn't surprise me. :) And you made a new friend to boot! I was going to say I probably wouldn't do it but then I remembered something. There were workers painting my house outside one time. One guy really needed to use the bathroom. What was I going to say? He had to go #2. I don't think I would have wanted him to go in the yard. :)
"Yes, I will write about anything". That cracked me up :)
Honestly, though, why not? To me, some of the best writing is writing about people and situations that most of us could never dream up on our own. As they say, 'life is stranger than fiction'.
I 💟 your heart. Keep putting one step in front of the next breaking all the rules you feel good about breaking. I trust your instincts-- pure and loving. I'm with you!
That's a lovely story, Holly -- not so much the urinating part but the nice connection it led to. But I don't understand why the organiser doesn't have to provide portaloos etc. In England, where we love regulations so that we can moan about the people who contravene them, event organisers have to make sure there are toilets, washing facilities etc. I mean, men can generally go anywhere (I can't: I hate using public toilets and I don't like going in public, although I did go in a forest once), but it must be even harder for women. All of this, by the way, is the most incisive thought I've had all day, so please consider yourself honoured. I was also wondering if I could ask you something privately please (nothing terrible!). If so, my email is terry.freedman@gmail.com, although strictly speaking that would be my email anyway.
I love this!!!! I laughed so hard at your segue to urinating. And you know that I love that through your quiet acts of kindness, you are breaking down the walls of segregation. Unjust rules are meant to broken-Yours in the Sisterhood of Rule Breaking-Mary
I applaud you! This doesn't surprise me. :) And you made a new friend to boot! I was going to say I probably wouldn't do it but then I remembered something. There were workers painting my house outside one time. One guy really needed to use the bathroom. What was I going to say? He had to go #2. I don't think I would have wanted him to go in the yard. :)
This story is beautiful. I should probably remember it next time I'm tempted to judge people around me ❤️
"Yes, I will write about anything". That cracked me up :)
Honestly, though, why not? To me, some of the best writing is writing about people and situations that most of us could never dream up on our own. As they say, 'life is stranger than fiction'.
I 💟 your heart. Keep putting one step in front of the next breaking all the rules you feel good about breaking. I trust your instincts-- pure and loving. I'm with you!
This was awesome, and good on you for letting him use the bathroom. You got a bigger heart than most of us, Holly!
P.S. Thank you for the signal boost! :)
What an unexpectedly beautiful story about urine!
Interesting. It seems that your "packing" was what allowed you to be kind in this situation.
That's a lovely story, Holly -- not so much the urinating part but the nice connection it led to. But I don't understand why the organiser doesn't have to provide portaloos etc. In England, where we love regulations so that we can moan about the people who contravene them, event organisers have to make sure there are toilets, washing facilities etc. I mean, men can generally go anywhere (I can't: I hate using public toilets and I don't like going in public, although I did go in a forest once), but it must be even harder for women. All of this, by the way, is the most incisive thought I've had all day, so please consider yourself honoured. I was also wondering if I could ask you something privately please (nothing terrible!). If so, my email is terry.freedman@gmail.com, although strictly speaking that would be my email anyway.