the apartment complex across from ours has been under construction as long as i've been living here, and it appears for several months prior to that. as on most construction sites, there is a port-a-potty, or more specific to this particular model a "JOHN SPOT" behind the building. it's seafoam plastic walls are visible from any of our apartment's street-side windows, and looking closely, you can even spy whether the lock is on red or green, signaling whether it is in use or not.
i have now spent many an unemployed day sitting on the couch working on my computer, occasionally glancing out the window. i've seen many runners, workmen, dogwalkers, and other roscoe villagites, but never have i seen anyone use that portable plastic potty.
then on this lovely saturday morning as i sat drinking my coffee, i watched a fifty-something woman with plastic grocery bags in hand approach the JOHN SPOT.
--gasp--
would the transportable toliet finally get use?
with just a moment's hesitation-- enough perhaps to process the thought, "i was just thinking i could use a restroom"-- the woman set down her plastic sacs, opened the door, and switched the lock.
the audience erupted with jubilation!
someone has finally used the school street shitter!
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