Blue Badge of Honor
By Karl (Camp Wrong 2001)
Wednesday late afternoon, it was pumping time for the porta-potties at
7:00 and The Lover. A wind gust blew my hat off as I sauntered up to one of the unoccupied
units. A nearby fleet-footed pumping technician grabbed the hat as it rolled by him. I
thanked him for his quick thinking. As he handed it to me, he noticed a smudge of blue
sanitizing chemical on my hat and started to apologize. Assuring him it was no big deal I
explained it was a blue badge of honor and I would wear it with pride. I proceeded to let
my bladder run free in one of the freshly pumped/cleaned fiberglass houses of
enlightenment. I smiled and waved to him again as I headed back to camp. All was right on
the playa!
