It was one summer day some ten years ago, I was driving all way through East Germany to Prague, Czechoslovakia - it was right after the fall of the Berlin wall.
Somewhere on the motorway between Berlin and Dresden I was in some urgency for peeing and stopped at a lay-by. Now those East German lay-bys were nothing like "Junction 23" on the M25 London Ring - no facilities at all except that you could buy just about anything from parked trailers. But then I saw two small (very small) plastic "telephone booths" without windows - absolutely new, probably put up by the West Germans - and wondered if they could be used, but why no queue since there was a lot of people? I looked inside one and, yrrrk, it made me think about waiting another hundred miles.
Then I noticed a heavy traffic in and out of the woods, and sure enough, here they did as the dogs, every man his own tree. I took a fast look if there was a secret system, left or right for different sex or such, but found no system before urgency took over and I rushed to a vacant 6 inch thick birch.
While doing my business a beautiful lady in her 30'es came rushing against my tree. I was just about shouting "this is my tree", but couldn't find the right German words. She stopped at the other side of my tree, at three feet distance in front of me she took down her pants, pointed her a** against me, sat down and did her urgent business simultaneously with mine.
"Schoene Tag" (have a nice day) she said when it was all over and she turned against me while lifting her pants over her a** again.
Disgusting??? Huh, but sure a slightly different culture.
Don't do that at Junction 23!!!.
Best regards, Preben Norholm
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