This topic also reminds me of something I witnessed at the beach several years ago. I was on the beach sitting on my beach chair and the beach was really crowded because it was a hot summer day. There was this mother with her son just a little in front of me over to the right. She was probably in her early thirties a very pretty face and maybe a little on the heavier side. The son was having a good time playing in the sand and she was sitting in her beach chair watching him and drinking water. After about a half hour or so the mother got up and said to the son are you almost ready to go back to the house for a little and the son wasn’t ready to go and I heard her say come on we will come back down mommy just needs to use the bathroom. The son wanted no part of leaving and he was content and well behaved and playing in the sand having a good time. I was surprised when the mother went and sat down on her beach chair and left him continue playing. She took out her book and was reading and watching him at the same time. I just figured that she would give him another couple minutes and then leave but she continued to read and watch him and look around on occasion and she would smile at him having a good time. After about a half hour went by the boy said mom I am thirsty and the mom had a little cooler packed with I assume a couple drinks. She said to the boy do you want some water or your juice and he said he wanted his juice. So the mother got up and went to get him his juice out of the cooler and when she got up I noticed the back of her one piece swimming suit had a big wet patch and she never went into the water. I assumed that she must of peed in her suit while she was sitting in her chair and that’s why she never went back to the bathroom. She was sitting on a towel on her chair so I figured that’s why I couldn’t tell until she got up. After she got him his drink and when she went to sit back down in the chair she gave a little rub on the back of her suit to see how dry they were or maybe she just forgot she did that and realized she got up with her wet suit. She sat down and then looked around and she looked at me as I had my book out and I was just looking around. As she looked at me I just smiled like a friendly gesture and I just said it looks like your son is having a good time and she said yes he loves coming here. I didn’t say anything else and I am not sure what she thought but for me it was a great day. 

Dude that's awesome.  Interesting way to handle solicitors.  Has anyone ever joined you when you have done this before?  And actually its funny because I have seen these salesmen before in my apartment building and seen them pissing outside by the side of the building.  Guarantee he will do it eventually

I was on a beach, abroad, building a sand castle.  A young girl came over to see what I was doing.  We didn't speak the same language.  She was completely naked, but too young to be shy about it.  She needed the toilet, and just went, standing in front of me, spraying my sand castle.  At that age I was used to seeing girls undressed at school, and they used to leave the cubicle door open when they used the toilet.  I was intrigued for two reasons.  Firstly, I thought that girls had to sit down to wee.  I hadn't known they could do it standing up.  Secondly, it was the best view I'd ever had how piss came out of a girl's body.  It left a clear memory. My second clear memory was when a girl standing next to me in the school playground became so desperate that she started to wet her knickers.  Having started, she was unable to stop, and kept going in her clothes until she was empty.  I watched her, from start to finish.  I had seen girls wet themselves at school before, but they had mostly been sitting, so all I'd seen was the puddle and damp clothes after they had finished. My third clear memory was a girl I knew well who needed to pee when we were on a walk.  There were no toilets.  I watched her pull her jeans and knickers down, squat next to a bush, and squirt a stream into the grass. Fourth one was on a beach again.  A girl paddled out into the still waters of the sea.  It was barely ankle depth.  She crouched down, so her bum was just under the surface of the water.  She parted her legs, and gazed at her own crotch.  I suddenly realised I was watching her going to the toilet in her shorts, intentionally wetting herself.  That made me think I might see other girls peeing at the beach, if I kept my eyes open.  I was right.