"I told some guys I'd be down there by 7:00, but I'm waiting until I go poop. I don't want to get down there and have to go. It's not as bad now that I can walk again, and don't have to use the walker or cane. But I'd still rather go at home."
Yes. A delicate matter. I might behoove Farmer H to eat his banana and something else for breakfast before he goes (to the SUS2, I mean), and not on the way, after picking up a Casey's donut. I suggested that scenario, but Farmer H only tried it on the day he had an eye doctor appointment that necessitated keeping him around while his eyes were dilated. Of course it worked! I know Farmer H's habits!
Anyhoo... as Farmer H feared, he felt the need to make a trip to the Port-A-Potty shortly after he opened his SUS2. At least he can lock up the door while he's away, and not worry about being ripped off. But now Farmer H has another concern.
"Them darn people down there stole all the toilet paper out of the Port-A-Potty! THREE BIG ROLLS they put in there, and those idiots took all three!"
"Well. If you're gonna be a thief, I guess it makes sense to take as much as you can get. Times are hard. I guess people can't afford toilet paper."
"They could have left one! For people who need it!"
"What did you do?"
"Lucky for me, my buddy down there had some McDonald's napkins in his truck, and he gave them to me. I'm gonna start carrying a roll of toilet paper in my truck."
That's a true friend. One who'll help you wipe your butt. Figuratively, of course.
I prefer to poop at home too. My mum used to carry a hlaf roll everywhere she went when she was travelling around seeing the sights, because there may be facilities but there may not be paper. I've been know to tear off a couple of metres of paper and carry it just in case too.
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ReplyDeleteI take folded squares of TP with me on our Oklahoma casino trips. Not necessarily for pooping, but because the toilet paper selection along the way is almost see-through thin. It's hard to fit a roll into my pocket!