I'm traveling with some people, and we've stopped for supplies. We're just about to leave again, but I want to pee before we depart. The stop, sort of a sandy adobe complex, shows bathrooms in both directions, so I go to the right.

I end up in somebody's house, and there is a skinny old woman there. I ask her about the bathrooms, and she takes me to a small closet, from which she takes an apparatus consisting of a basic cup, with a sort of filter inside. Apparently I'm supposed to use that, so I take it outside.

I'm trying to figure it out, when I am surprised by an old man, sitting on a bench behind me. He is the image of my grandfather Bob, but thin. He is smoking happily, and mutters something to me. I feel comfortable with him there, but then I notice that a family of young Mexican girls has placed chairs in the next yard and are sitting, watching. So I head off around the other side of the house.

There's a shed over there, and I go near it and again start preparing my business. There I am approached by a pretty girl, who starts hugging me and rubbing her body on me. I'm thinking maybe peeing isn't such a good idea.