Farmer H went over to work in his SUS2 (Storage Unit Store 2) on Thursday. He's been reorganizing some merchandise after moving everything out of his original SUS. Not many sellers are there through the week. A flea market is mainly a weekend activity.
"I had the urge, and hurried over to the Port-A-Potty to poop. The door was locked! So I rushed up to the one in front, and it was locked, too! I had to drive down to Captain D's to use theirs. My buddy told me that the woman who runs the storage units locked the doors because there's been a problem with homeless people going in them. One was in there for two hours the other day."
"Well. I could see that. She might be worried that people are shooting drugs in there. Then they nod off. If they die, it won't be good publicity!"
"Maybe. The locks are combination locks. I'm gonna ask her if she can give us people with lockers the combination. Then we can go if we need to."
Friday, Farmer H said he told the lady that he almost pooped his pants because he couldn't get into the Port-A-Potty. She said that anybody with a locker should just come get her, and she'll unlock the door for them. Which seems kind of like being a kid again, having to ask permission to use the bathroom.
Farmer H needs to have a backup plan. Or two.
4 comments:
Perhaps he could buy one of those portable "camping toilets" and install it behind a screen at the back of SUS2, then just lock the door when he has to go so he isn't interrupted by customers.
River,
While that could save Farmer H from embarrassment, it could be problematic. Nobody would want to shop there because the place smelled like poop! And then he'd have to dispose of it properly, which could stink up SilverRedO during transport.
The woman seems to like being in control, of everything!
Kathy,
I am waiting to hear his report of today's appointment. Still no phone call to confirm the appointment.
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