I know what you’re thinking, and no this post is NOT about any of the waste excretions of the human body. Just bear with me and don’t get pissy. ;-)
The freeway system here is under a major reconstruction that is well past 20 years overdue, which means road construction goes on for miles and miles and miles. Of course, you can’t expect a construction worker to hop in his truck and drive 5-10 minutes to the nearest public john when he has to take care of his natural needs, so there are porta-potties strung out along this corridor of catastrophe. And yes, they are pretty much out in the open. My girlfriend’s 5-year-old Calvin doppelgänger has a game that he plays in the car where he spots the various porta-potties visible to the casual passerby. I don’t know why, he just has a thing for restrooms of all types. You may scoff, and I did too at first, but after SIX trips to the potty during Big Miracle, I know the obsession all too well.
Anyways, back to the reason for this post. Now even though there are porta-potties ALL over the place, tell me when the last time you have actually seen a construction worker enter or exit one of these contraptions? Right?
This time was not like all the rest. But you probably knew that, otherwise what would I be writing about? The same old thing happening over and over again? No! Anyways…as we were exiting the freeway, I saw a worker enter one! Now was my chance to do something I had wanted to do forever! I rolled down the window and over the traffic and construction din I yelled, “By the way, you have been spotted!”
The laughter that erupted from the back seat was better than any standing O.