Rob Lunn: To Pee Or Not To Pee?

It's been a while since we've checked in with Rob Lunn.  You'll be pleased to know that he is no less entertaining than he was before.  Even when he's urinating in public at a Bruce Springsteen concert.  Rob prefaces his epic tale by saying:

Hemmingway said, "Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut." I don't say I'll do something, I'll just do it. Although bodily functions necessitating the following actions probably had more of an effect than me being ridiculous.

The link between public urination and Ernest Hemingway is tenuous at best, but if anyone was going to find it, it was Rob.  Having done so, he begins his epic saga:

Needing to pee rather badly during the concert in the middle of the show, knowing that the bathrooms were on the opposite end of the stadium {Apparently restroom convenience was not in the forefront of stadium planning in the early 1900s.} and having an empty 1.5 liter bottle at my disposal I conceived of the Michael Scott 'Win, Win, Win' scenario. I discretely walked to a corner, thinking that the show would distract most of the security staff, and calmly proceeded to nearly top off the bottle. I capped it and dropped it into a garbage can. No one sees my pecker, no one has to deal with the smell of stale urine, and I don't miss any of the music. Win, win, win.

Make that win, win, win, win -- the fourth win being the blog entry that came out of the experience.

Don't be too drawn in, however, by the light-hearted tone of Rob's tale.  With every brave act of rebellion, there are always consequences:

After joining back up with the group, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Security guard. "Come with me." Damnit. I would have let my bladder burst before getting kicked out. Luckily, Swedes hate confrontation and love Bruce. Also, I think he was a little impressed that I almost filled the bottle up. He informed me that it's a roughly $150 fine for public urination, gave me a warning, told me not to do it again

Oh, but that every country was defined by its hatred of confrontation and its love of Bruce.

While some might see this as a cautionary tale, Rob makes clear in his conclusion that he isn't trying to teach anyone a lesson.  He writes:

Moral of the story? I guess there's not one. This isn't Aesop's fables. But me peeing in very public places proves I'm not gun shy as well as leading to me having stories to tell and you ostensibly being entertained. Win, win, win.

And, of course, win.