Now, let's test case number two. The camp has a double occupancy toilet located within a flimsy draw string curtain outhouse. You know this is embarrassing, and the producers love to show people in their weakest and most vulnerable moments. So you hope that the curtain doesn't fall down in front of everyone as you sit down on one of the two commodes. Along comes another survivor who needs to relieve his or herself at the same time as you. You are nervous at first, but thankful that they are patient as hang around outside instead of entering.



But wait a second. Along comes Brutus Bullplay, that drunkard brute of a man who could care less if he bared his hairy buns for all of the world to see. So you hear him coming, and you try to finish as quick as you can, but you got a cucumber size dodo lodged somewhere between your ankles and your neck - and you can't get it to budge. You're counting the steps down, when suddenly and without warning, the flimsy curtain flies open, an illuminating sun shines in, and the camera man aims his camera right at you. Then, in walks Brutus who doesn't notice the camera, drops his pants, and sits down on the toilet next to you like the two of you are best buddies and you're gonna play bridge. Well, ain't that just fine.



I guess there is a special meaning here about a double toilet; they're fine to have in the privacy of your own home when your wife has yeast infection and refuses to get off the pot for the entire weekend. At such times, you can get into the moment with her and share a memory the two of you will cherish forever. But when on a desert isle, I think I'll pass and be content to brave the dangers of orange and black spiders while peeing on a damn fire ant mound; at least if it's only for 30 something days.