A brief relief is a ziplock bag with these crystal things that jel up. Kinda like clumping litter. The few times I used them, I procrastinated for so long, that by the time I went, I really had to go. Didn't quite work out, if ya know what I mean.
Oh, gosh...I have to tell a story. (again) Those of you that heard my whole sexual harrassment ordeal at work will get a kick out of this, it involves that guy that pushed me down.
This was a few years ago. Dave was working in a manhole and I was working a few blocks away from him on a pole. (I work at the phone company). He paged me and said he had to go somewhere. He wanted to take my truck because his truck was hooked up to the cable and airblowers. You couldn't really move his truck. So I came to relieve him and he took my truck. He told me he'd be back in 20 minutes. And I sat in his truck and waited. Well, I really really really had to pee. And Dave had both my truck and his truck keys. Well, three hours pased. So, I finally got desperate and dug around on his truck for a brief relief. I climb down the ladder of the manhole (the only private place to use it) and the dang manhole is three feet deep with water. He had been to lazy to pump the water out...apparently, he'd been standing on the ladder working on that all day rather then standing on the ground. Well, by then, I really really had to go. So I decided to try to balance on the ladder and pee into the brief relief. Well, just my luck, I slipped, and the dang brief relief splashed pee all over me. Which, as you could imagine was really really uncool.
So, he came back and he wanted me to stay and help him. Well, obviously, I wanted to go somewhere and shower and change. But of course, I really didn't want to tell him what had happened.
So...this is the funny part....
He was arguing about me taking off, so I finally figured I had to give a little info...So I said "Dave, I had an accident, I need to go change..." (I am laughing so hard as I type this.) As I was saying that, I had meant to insinuate that I'd started my period and needed to go change. I wasn't about to tell him I had pee all over myself.
And then Dave goes "Oh, I totally understand...That happens to me all the time."
I go "What happens to you?"
*snickers* get ready for this....
He goes "You know, I poop my pants. After lunch, I just can't hold it. I always bring a spare change of clothes just in case....It happens like once a week to me."
He was dead serious. He was really telling me this because he thought I'd pooped my pants just like him. lmao.
p.s. I appologize to those of you who get offended or grossed out easily.