While the trip was being planned my bladder troubled me.
I needed to pee quick and there was nowhere or nothing to pee into.
So I grabbed a construction helmet and while noone was looking I peed.
I moved the rest of my gear to the car which was open.
To my relief the poeple standing around it were water works staff.
I went back into the cafe to get my wife and the rest of the stuff.
The scene was awkward a man had put the hat on,
Urine running down his face, none of that previous pride.
I pretended not to see as I picked up the rucksack.
The yellow liquid drip dropped onto his jeans.
He was too affected by the whole thing to even move.
He got out his packet of camels and attempted to light one.
in a kind of nostalgic shit happens kind a way.
But a yellow drop the helmet put the ember out.
I think I enjoyed the experience as much as he did.
Not very much.
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