A posey, what is a posey you ask? Another name for a chamber pot and the best thing about nights in Trinidad. As a child I was terrified to go to the latrine for fear of falling in. It was on my maiden voyage where I was introduced to this invention called a posey. Imagine my delight in knowing I could get up, pull it out from under the bed, pee, and go back to sleep. Only problem with a posey is you might share it with others you share the bed with and not only your pee is in the posey at night! Imagine my surprise when I got up and pulled out that posey expecting it to be empty and slouched pee all over the floor and my hands!
As I understood it, people wake up, open the window, and throw out the pee! Well not really, but that’s what I did and the shirt went flying with the remnants of my late night transgressions as well. What I didn’t know was that pee smells really bad on wooden floors, so after admitting I was the culprit, scrubbing up pee was my job as well. By the end of this visit I was an expert in peeing in a posey, disposing of pee properly in the latrine and making sure it was clean and ready for use every night!
Imagine the horror on the faces of my friends in California when I got home excited and ready to share my adventures! They were not impressed and I was instantly a source of serious ridicule. I didn’t care because I knew they didn’t go anywhere over the summer, and I could bet a pack of Lemonheads that they couldn’t squat and pee in a posey!
A lack of indoor plumbing was the first of many luxuries I learned not to take for granted. I have a deep respect for country life, and to this day it is where I feel most relaxed and at home. If you enjoyed this short story, drop a comment and let me know. Don’t forget to share the love! Enjoy ❤️
The Unnerved Traveler