Piss Bottle Littering and Fun Urine Facts

The Improper Disposal of Human Waste

Commercial truckers have been targeted near the Oregon-Idaho border after litter crews have reported finding large numbers of plastic bottles filled with urine. The main of concern is along a 25 mile stretch of interstate 84, and within a 3 mile stretch known as ‘Three Mile Hill’ over 100 bottles were found.

The explanation it’s suggested is that slow driving commercial truckers are urinating into plastic bottles whilst driving, and then tossing them out of their windows. A $250 fine has now been put in place for those caught in the act of committing this misdemeanour, under the title of ‘the improper disposal of human waste.’

Sure, it’s not pleasant, but at least under these circumstances you can understand how the situation might arise, no toilet in your cab, under pressure to complete your run on time so you avoid stopping, you notice the empty Gatorade bottle on the passengers chair, and think to yourself, OK, sure, why the hell not!

Urine Bottle Littering Fine Poster

But are truckers the only ones at fault here…

Piss Bottle Blues

I had a job interview at four, and so would have to start walking back soon, which was a shame, because I was enjoying walking the beach, collecting shells, and sifting through the washed up debris, convinced that one day I would stumble across great treasures amongst the bits of rope, long dead lighters, single shoes, and bottles of piss.

I wondered where all the other shoes went, why was it always just one, were so many so careless, as to mislay only one shoe, whilst perfectly capable of retaining the other. My foot sank ankle deep, into the mud stroke sand, I pulled it out and backtracked a little, before continuing on a slightly altered path. There were flags and signs everywhere, with pictures of people waist deep, drawn inside red circles, signs of warning, because despite the signs being placed along the beach every ten metres or so, it was not felt excessive, because even with all of the signs, every summer the sands would attempt to swallow up the many, who ignored their presence.

A dog ran by barking, charging single-mindedly, retrieving a ball, and then with ball in mouth it ran charging back towards its owner, who in return loaded the ball into some kind of plastic sling, flung their arm back, and sent the ball hurtling forwards again, with the dog charging along madly behind it, salivating.

Another bottle of piss, why so many? And where were they all coming from? Who was it that was sneaking down onto the beach late at night and urinating into bottles, before heading off to sprinkle them generously up and down the coast? I had so many questions, and no solid answers, only speculation.

I turned to watch the dog I’d seen before, now fighting with another over the ball whilst their owners both apologetically attempted to separate them. I turned the body of a crab over with my shoe, trying to determine if there was any life left in it, there wasn’t, it was now half past two, it was time to head back, time get ready for my interview.

“Ok” the foreman said, “It’s a pretty easy job all-in-all, you wont be needing that tie, that’s for sure!” It was now twenty past four, and it seemed that I had passed the first part of the interview; I was now being given a guided tour of sorts, of the sanitation plant.

“Put these on” the foreman said, handing me a long pair of rubber gloves that stretched all the way down to the elbow, “and this” he said, handing me a plastic suit complete with hood, “like I was saying” the foreman continued, handing me a pair of goggles, “it’s more about enthusiasm than anything else, it’s what you make of it really…”.

I needed a job, funds were starting to run low, and the sanitation plant was only the other side of the bay, ‘it’s only to tide me over for a little while’ I told myself, slipping into the plastic suit.

“Right” said the foreman, “it’s all very simple, what I need for you to do is, you see this tap?” I nodded confirming, “And you see all those bottles”, I nodded again taking in the sight of the table full of empty plastic bottles, placed next to the ominous looking tap. “Well” he said pointing towards the tap again, “that’s where all the piss comes out from, and what I’m gonna need you to do” he continued “is to fill all of those bottles with piss, and then toss them over that wall… into the sea”.

"Urinalysis" or "Pissing in Bottles"

Have You Ever Urinated into a Bottle?

• 86% Yes
• 7% No
• 7% "I'm a lady and would never attempt such a thing!"

107 people have voted in this poll.

Five Urine Facts:

• In Pre-Colonial Peru, the Inca washed their children's hair with urine as a remedy for head lice.
•  In northern Scandanavia, Laplanders consume a hallucinogenic mushroom called amanita muscaria, also know as Fly Agaric.  The mushroom's hallucinogenic compound "muscanol" is excreted in the urine intact.  When the mushroom is in short supply, people who have consumed the mushroom will urinate into a pot.  Someone without any mushrooms can then drink the urine and experience the same effects.
• 45.2% of people have urinated in the shower. 44.9% of people have urinated in the ocean and 28.1% of people have urinated in a swimming pool.
• Cat pee will glow under a black light.
• U.S. Navy Seals sometimes urinate in their pants during cold water training exercises, in order to stay warm.