The Honey Pot ... and I'm not talkin' Winnie the Pooh

I thought the aeromeds were being kind when they offered me a drink before our flight. I asked if I would have time to go to the bathroom before we left and they said yes. I drank the Gatorade, and later found out they lied. So an hour into the flight to Iraq I was crossing my legs! Finally, I gave in and had to use the honey pot. (For the record, three people went in front of me!) The honey pot is a toilet seat with a plastic bag. Our loadmaster junior (who also is an unashamed Ed McCaffrey and Broncos fan) told me I had too empty the honey pot at the end of the day because I was PA. Well, this was at least a bullet point for my Officers Performance Report, and a BLOG entry! 15 hours later, Junior had completely forgotten about my honey pot duty (sigh of relief).