Flushing optional.
Yesterday I got to spend the day with the high school band at the Buckwheat festival. The band was marching in the parade. And we all know what this means.
Port-a-potties.
After the parade (where it rained on us) I ran to a port-a-potty cursing myself for getting 3 refills of Dr. pepper during lunch. I couldn't believe my luck that there wasn't even a line!
I went to reach for some toilet paper and discovered why there wasn't a line. The toilet paper was gone.
"Hello! Anyone out there?" I called outside. Nothing.
I waited a bit and tried again.
"Hello?"
"Are you talking to me?" a girl finally asked.
I told her the situation and asked her if she could grab some toilet paper from another port-a-potty and give it to me. It sounded reasonable. I would've done the same for someone else.
"They are all full, and, um, I really really need to go. Can you just come out before I pee my pants?" She sounded desperate.
So without any other options I gave up. I tried to use the complimentary hand sanitizer but found that it was also empty. But that turned out okay.
Because everyone knows that if you don't wipe you don't have to wash your hands. It's some kind of unwritten rule.
Right?
