Originally posted 10/10/02

One of my friends in high school, who I dearly loved and was a wonderful person, was kind of an airhead (bless her heart). In fact, that was her nickname: “Airhead”. But she was so sweet and happy you couldn’t help but like her. For the sake of anonymity, I will call her Rhoda.

One time our sophomore year, we were outside our school campus one night. There was a football game going on, but we preferred to stay outside on a side street, drinking beer. (It’s not as bad as it sounds; at the time I was an amateur and could barely get half a can of 3.2 down). We were in the covered bed of a parked truck, so no one would see us drinking beer. Of course, we didn’t know whose truck it was!

Anyway, Rhoda had to go to the bathroom REALLY BAD. So she decided to run across a practice field and go over to the football stands and use the bathroom. However, the borders of the school campus were blocked off by those low stumps with steel rope strung between them; you know, the kind that they put in parks to keep you from driving off the road? It was so dark out that Rhoda didn’t see it, and she tripped. And fell. And peed her pants!

Later, it was senior year, basketball season. We had all been drinking before the game (we had gotten good at it by now; it was a German Catholic high school). A whole group of us were leaving the basketball game. In Kansas it doesn’t snow, it ice storms. It had ice stormed during the game and the parking lot was like glass. Rhoda had on these purple cloth pants, and was rushing ahead of the whole crowd streaming out of the stadium. You guessed it: she slipped, fell, and peed her pants in a BIG WAY, in front of a parking lot full of people.

We (her friends) were laughing so hard that WE had to sit down for fear WE’D pee OUR pants. She had this huge dark stain on the front of her pants and down the legs (you know how purple is when it gets wet). Rhoda was running from person to person, begging someone to drive her to a nearby friends house so she could BLOW DRY HER PANTS. No one wanted her in their car!

Oh, I have a million Rhoda stories. But the peeing stories are especially funny to me, because this was when she was a teenager. Now, she’s had like five or six kids. I can’t imagine how often she accidentally does it now!

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