When I use port-a-potties, which has been pretty frequent this summer, I refuse to look down. I touch the lock with the tips of my fingers and don’t touch anything else. I squat and then run the hell out of there to hopefully a portable sink where I can wash my hands.
I remember watching a Jackass movie where someone was flipped over in a port-a-potty. It makes me cringe thinking about that and the idiot who agreed to do that stunt.
Yes, I’d love to be covered in someone else’s pee & poop, please. I think the audience will find that hilarious!
No freakin' thanks.
I don't know if you've heard about this, but there is something else to be afraid of besides the germs.
A poor lady at a UK seafood festival was minding her own business when a forklift carried her & the portable toilet to the other side of the festival.
When interviewed, the manager of the port-a-potty company said "it does happen quite a bit" because the movers pick the port-a-potties up from the back and can't see if they're occupied.
How about this -- stop moving port-a-potties while the festival is open.
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