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.
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