This is to the lone, freeway, intercity speghetti bowl, portable bathroom that centers itself under an overpass in our ever growing city.
It’s location, questionable, but understandable since the minor construction going on above it leaves to wuestion: where do I go from here? It’s location a simple mystery, it’s main location being that of random placement to us city folk, but makes sense for the driver who dropped it. There simply was no other space available.
Knowing, intimately, how my townsfolk drive, it sits precariously too close to the sibling off ramp of yet another off ramp. It’s a short jumbled mess for the out of Towners but it makes sense to the locals.
When it rains, we instinctively know that somehow, someone has managed to completely bulldoze a lamp post off the connecting off/on ramp that heads north through town.
It’s a constant thing, therefore no one reports it on the news, because I’m pretty sure it would end up a tally system quite similar to that of our downtown bridge that takes out many a truck top, peeling it like a sardine can.
which makes me question this lone little porta potty and the brave soul who needs to actually use it.
How desperate must you be, or what death wish might you have, to use it for number two? Do you make quick work? Do you think of a way to do your deed elsewhere instead of having to tempt the fates?
Too many movies about untimely, awful deaths, make me think of the untimely death and the humiliation of someone who just needed to use the loo and end up punted across a freeway covered in everyone’s…
leftovers.
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