- Age 11, on my nemesis, a Squatty toilet in Korea. Previously had escaped the Squatter by always finding a handicapped stall, but apparently Buddhist temples on hills have no such luxuries.
- Age 14, on a Camp Timber-Lee outdoor camping excursion, in the grass several hundred yards from the tent, after repeatedly being told there are no toilets in the wild. Two other girls and I urinate in a communal pee circle, presumably to prevent bear attacks.
- Age 24, at Shenzhen Police Department after taking Visa photos. Judiciously determine that life is too short and a year is too long to spend running from the Squatter.