Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Another Port-o-Potty Post

Baseball season is upon us once again (does it really ever end?) and as you know there aren't many options for a girl when nature calls at the field.

I avoid the dreaded Port-o-Potties as much as possible, especially after the incident last year, but sometimes there's just no choice.

We were down at the fields for a marathon afternoon and all of the sudden my breakfast came back to haunt me.

There wasn't any time to make it home.

I found a relatively clean cabinet o' ca-ca and went about my business. So many thoughts ran through my head as I was finding my way to sweet relief.

What if some kid forces the door open and everyone sees me with my pants down?

What if a long line has developed since I stepped in here?

Is the tank full enough that the next person will know I had the sour-apple-quick-steps?

As these totally rational and sane thoughts caused me to sweat a little, my eyes landed on this:

I HAD to know whose job it was to figure THAT out.

As part of my research (see what I do for you??), I made the most fascinating discovery--the PSAI--and boy is their website full of interesting information!

For instance, did you know that there are 1,400,000 portable toilets in use worldwide? That they call waste "effluent" (I'm kinda liking that word)? And that they have developed a Special Events Usage Guide?

I know, me neither.

Those portable sanitation people are some helpful folk.

To top it all off, the nice folks at the PSAI hand out the M.Z. "Andy" Dump--I mean--Gump Award which is a "lifetime achievement award honoring those that have improved the image of the industry and have created innovative approaches for sanitation needs through new and improved products and services."

I want to party with these guys.

10 Deserve Mamma's Love:

flutter said...


Unknown said...

I don't know how you women use port-a-potties. I hate using them, and I stand up when I generate effluent.

And yes, I knew about the word "effluent." Hang around public works folks long enough and you'll learn great words like that, too.

The Laundress said...

Only you.

Pearl said...

Oh, Mamma...remember me? I have the answer!

~Margaret aka Peggy

Paige Jennifer said...

Sweetie, that's when you just get in the car and leave the damn field. No really. At a certain point, the love your child has to flex.

Jeff and Charli Lee said...

I'm with Dorky Dad... I wouldn't sit down (or squat over) one of those seats if it was the last hole on earth. But I'm glad you keep trying it. It makes for a great read ;b

Loralee Choate said...

I can't imagine anything that would get me to use one of them. GAG.

Kevin Charnas said...

My Mom went into one of those things after Ivan spanked the pan-handle. And it was all coated in blue paper.

She thought that it was rather pretty until someone later told her that it had tipped over in the storm.

Anonymous said...

Wow. That's a lot of potty information. I'm not sure what to do with it all.

Mom O Matic said...

That's just nasty.