Kasey and I saw a porta-john on our walk yesterday, and it reminded me of a funny story involving portable bathroom humor.
It happened when Kish was talking to an older, highly proper female member of our collective family. This refined lady mentioned that, at some recent event, she had had the occasion to use a unisex, standalone porta-potty for the first time ever.
“You’ve really never used a porta-potty before?” Kish asked. “What did you think?”
“Well, I admit I was a bit doubtful about it, but it was reasonably clean — in fact, cleaner than I expected,” the older woman conceded. “And I thought it was surprisingly thoughtful that they built it with a purse holder, too.”
“Purse holder?” a somewhat mystified Kish inquired. “What do you mean?”
“You know, the little plastic basin right next to the toilet,” the very decorous woman explained.
You could almost see the wheels turning as Kish reflected on her limited prior porta-potty experiences. Plastic basin right next to the toilet? Oh, no . . . .