Split P and I were taking a mid-day break at Pen-Mar Park, where she returned from the restroom giggling and told me this story.
Two young girls, maybe ten years old, occupy two of the restroom stalls. Split P enters the third. One of the girls leaves her stall and goes to the sink, where she sees Split P’s partially-filled, clear plastic water bag.
All of a sudden, she hears the little girl exclaim, “Eeew! Eeew! Brittany, c’mere! You gotta come look at this!”
Brittany answers from her stall, as her friend starts making gagging noises. “What is it? Are you throwing up?”
“No! Just c’mere!”
So Brittany flushes and goes to the sink. In a half-whisper, the first girl says, “Ew, its one of those PEE bags!”
“Eeew!” they both whisper. Loudly.
Split P, listening from her stall, interjects, “That’s not what that is. That’s not pee, it’s iodine.” She then exits her stall and explains.
A bit later, as Split P and I were heading out of the park with our packs on, those two little girls and the rest of their camp group were sitting nearby. Split P walked over to show them that she really WAS drinking the yellow liquid.
I followed and stood off to the side. Split P was instantly surrounded by a bunch of little girls asking lots of questions. They started off with, “How do you go potty in the woods?” followed by “What do wipe with?” and “What are those blue things around your ankles?” (Gaiters)
Before long, I too was surrounded by little girls.
“Do you get a reward or medal when you finish?” one of them asked me. When I told her we don’t, she wrinkled her nose and said, “Well, you should. But I guess you’ll feel good about it, though.”
“Yes,” I replied, “That’s the reward.”
I couldn’t help but notice that the girls standing around me kept glancing down from my face to my chest. I was wearing only my sports bra (and shorts, of course). You know, like when you go to the gym. I imagine they were either thinking, how do I get me a pair of those? Or, geez, I hope I don’t get those!
Anyway, the end.
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