Portajohn follies (Read 1005 times)

It was not a sink.  Exclusively a urinal.  Well, exclusively until that asshat blew mud into it.

I heard someone thought it was a purse holder...

Flying Pig this past year.  The race organizers tried to a strategy where they placed the port-a-johns inside of the corrals.  Well, 4 port-a-johns per corral does not do the trick, and those were the only ones available.  So the starting cannon goes off, and I was still in line...in the middle of the corral.  I ducked behind the side of the port-a-pots like I was sheltering myself from a windstorm (other poor saps just chanced becoming roadkill).  Since there's no way I was going to drop deuce while on the clock, I wound up waiting over 10 minutes to finally get in and do a power squat, and started off with the 5:15 pace group when I was wanting to stay ahead of the 4:00 group.  So if you were at the Pig and there was some jackwagon moving through the field like that dude during rush hour....my apologies.  That certainly contributed to what became the toughest marathon I ever ran.

But it comes with a little soap!  (sometimes)

I have opened the door, more than once, to find splatters of shit all over the floor and up and onto the seat. Someone waited a teensy bit too long, no?My story is I went into one only to find it infested with cicadas. Okay, there was 2 in there, but STILL! I ran out screaming like a girl and drove to a Walgreens to go pee.

I find it amusing how I no longer regard port-a-johns with disdain. When I see one now I look at it as a shining beacon of hope off in the distance.

"You mean in the little sink" - 

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"It was not a sink.  Exclusively a urinal.  Well, exclusively until that asshat blew mud into it."

         ----  I think someone missed the intended joke. :-)

   But all joking aside, as simple as the setup is(The trough on the side for dudes to go #1, and the seat in the middle for everyone else to do their thing), it amazes me how fellow humans can find so many ways to screw that up.  I mean if it were an elementary school bathroom, or a restroom in a psych ward, I'd possibly understand poop on the ceiling!   But you are telling me one of these fellow runners standing around me was capable of that shit? (Excuse the pun)  

Well, it happened again. Went into one of three and someone has SOMEHOW missed the big hole, even missed the flip-down seat (thank you) and left it about 15 inches to the left of bullseye. Even if you squat on the lid, Asian-style, you'd have to be a gymnast to hit that mark. I just don't get it.

Those were three of the most disgusting port-a potties i've seen.

Nearly each time that I went in I had to clean it up before getting any where near the hole.

How adults can make that big a mess is beyond me.

Wow ... I am SO glad I missed out on all this fun [or was too oblivious to notice - but NOT, I might add, so oblivious as to miss the hole].

Still, I thought 3 was probably not enough. And, the race info did say they would be located in two places on the course [although, reading the description and now knowing the set-up, those two places seem to be the same place].