Unusual Art Gallery-Wilmington, VT

Coffee shop on Rte 100, just above corner of Rte 9 and Rte 100 in Wilmington, VT

Someone was trying to see how he did with his painting class, but may have been ashamed of his work, so he locked himself in the bathroom and started painting.

... right up above the toilet....

Too bad the towel bar got in the way....

Hey, why did I call it a towel bar? No one ever puts towels on them in the restrooms. I guess they should be called, "Hey, I can't get off the seat" bar, although I'd never yell that in a bathroom. Someone might catch me in a compromising postition.



Hemmings Car Museum- Bennington, VT

I didn't think I'd have anything to write about in this bathroom, but the names on the doors were unique enough that it made the spot in this blog. My name wasn't "Ethel", but I figured I could use it anyway.

It didn't have anything amazing inside other than tin car plaquard's on the wall, though they managed to fit in a baby changer among them.

This happened to be inside the actual gas station (which made you feel as though you fell into the 1950's), whereas Deisel and Ethyl were outside.

They even advertised the annual Garlic Festival (16th year) that was down the road. That will be posted on my other blog.

Of course, you can tell they don't have too many women complain about the 'trash runneth over'...Actually, come to think of it, I didn't complain either, so I guess the guys don't go in too often. They probably figure if the guys bathroom doesn't need it, they don't check to ladies room. (Hey guys.... WE wash our hands!)

Glad they made room around the plaques for the sink and soap dispenser....lol.

This was the potty behind Ethyl's door....at least it was clean (we're talking about the toilet here, kids! Not the wastebasket, you see...).

The only thing that comfused me was this sign on the wall.... I might have to put something "more substantial than toilet paper" in there... LIKE POOP! Now I don't think I can poop.



Port-a-potty special

New Hartford Car Show, New Hartford, CT
Summer of 2010

How many of us have been in a port-a-potty? They all look the same, open the same, smell the same... Have you ever thought, what if I'm trapped in here with... say, ... a bee? While I was in there, I could hear bees....I am DEATHLY afraid of bees. Have been since I was a kid. Now, I think they were outside, but I'm inside this cramped area, and I have my 'alert' on... you know, when you are making sure your pants hem isn't touching the bottom of the floor (for those who's aim isn't what it should be), and your toosh ain't touching what it shouldn't be, and I thank goodness my hubby had my purse (he's secure in his masculinity...lol).

But, this one was different only because it created a monster inside. Me!

 It was really nice, don't get me wrong, but my imagination started. While I could hear the bees, I coudn't SEE them, so I thought I was safe. But as I'm squatting, I started to think what would I do if I DID see one? (My normal reaction to bees is, that I go after them and MAKE SURE I KILL IT DeaD! REALLY dead!)

I knew I would be swinging and swatting like crazy until it was so dead that you wouldn't be able to identify it as a bee! Of course, if I did that, I'm wondering what the people in line outside the door would be thinking was going on in there. I could have even become so panicked that I might even tip over the port-o-potty!! As one thought lead to another, I started to laugh... REALLY laugh, right out loud!!! I came out of the potty laughing so hard, I had tears coming down my face and I got the most strangest looks from those in line, and that kept me laughing all the more! Because nothing happened, except in my mind!

My husband tried to get me to tell him what was soooo funny, but I had to walk away from the potty to be able to talk! It was my most enjoyable and scariest time in a port-a-potty, that I can remember.