Dale called out, "Ericka, where are you going?"
Erica whispered something in return, so Dale asked again, with the tape still recording, "Where are you going?"
Ericka peeked indignantly into the room and said, "I have to poo!"
|OUR FRIEND JUDY'S DESSERT SUNDAY NIGHT AT SANDPIPER.|
|BLOCKING THE DESSERT FROM THE VIEW OF THE DIETING SAN GERALDO.|
|THE DEPRIVED AND POUTING SAN GERALDO.|
Back to Poo[h]
Our dear friend Judyshannonstreetwhat (click here if you need an introduction) is here for another month on the Costa del Sol. Tuesday, we three were having coffee with the Goddess Elena (click here if you haven't met) and Elena said something about "poo." San Geraldo followed up using the word "shit."
Judy said, "Well, that's not the same thing!"
"What?" we all said.
"Shit and poo are not the same thing," stated Judy. "Shit is pee."
"No, it's not!" we all snorted.
"Yes, it is!" she insisted.
"Shit is poo!" we cackled.
"Well, not in Seattle!" Judy harumphed.
And then came (mostly from me): "Are you shittin' me? No shit, Sherlock! BULLshit! You don't know shit from shinola! Shit on a shingle. Shit on a stick. Shit on rye. Ew, that smells like shit. Bleh, this tastes like shit. Does a bear shit in the woods? Let's go get shit-faced..."
Midstream, Judy realised she had had a brain fart, we were all in tears of laughter, and I nearly popped my remaining five post-surgery staples (more on that Thursday).
Once we settled a little, Judy begged me to not tell her sister, Joan.
So of course I immediately emailed her.
Joan wrote back and explained that, because she herself has lived outside the city of Seattle most of her life, she has therefore always known shit and poo are the same thing.
I then emailed Tynan at work, who wrote back saying, "She must have been taking the piss."*
Thanks to Judy for chasing all the clouds from the sky.
*"Taking the piss" from British slang "taking the piss out of," which means to mock, tease, ridicule, or scoff.