Wednesday, January 4, 2012
There was snow inside the porta potty . . .
Last night we celebrated a friends birthday by going out to dinner in Adrian, which is almost an hour drive from home. I left my car at their house and we rode together to the restaurant. We had a lovely dinner which involved way too much food and a few too many drinks, as usual. Our friends wanted to stay and shop, so I rode back to their house with my husband. I did not think to pee before we left the restaurant. That was a mistake. As soon as we arrived at their house and I stepped out into the frigid night air, I instantly had to pee. The house was locked and the only place between there and my home 30 minutes away was a gas station porta potty. Not even a gas station rest room, no a gas station porta potty. Now, I am not finicky girly, girl as some of you probably already know. While I am cautious of porta potties, I will do what I have to do when in need. As I opened the door, I could see illuminated solely by moon light that the porta potty was full of snow. So I pulled up my big girl panties, or more accurately pulled them down, took a deep breath and did my business as quickly as possible. My poor cheeks were icy by the time I made it back to the car, but I had left it running with the heat blasting full power so that I could recover as quickly as possible. Luckily, I had hand sanitizer on my key ring. Lesson of the night: Pee before you leave the restaurant especially during January in Michigan because you never know when a porta potty may be your only option.