I was telling the story of how I avoid the heinous porta-potty
at art festivals by choosing a store or business close to where my tent is for the weekend and offer to trade them a print for access to their porcelain and
running water facilities for the weekend.
It always works and I am liberated from all of the indecent vulgarity of
temporary restrooms.
She laughed and said, “now it makes sense”. She could not figure out why she had seen one of my sand hill
crane prints, that was obviously not in keeping with the boutique bakery café foo-foo décor hanging in the ladies room.
"I Feel Good" James Brown
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