Bleh, can't believe I'm making a post about this. I hate port-a-johns but sometimes you're just desperate and need to use them. We've seen a lot of them recently at Tommy's ball tournaments. Thankfully there was only 1 tournament where that was our only option. However, often the regular bathrooms were a long walk away so the porties were it.
Friday night, our potty was fresh and new. I swear Ashley's was the first pee deposited there and it wasn't too bad of an experience. But by yesterday you couldn't even walk by the one at our field without gagging. On a hot and humid weekend the flies are buzzing around and you can almost feel the gasses in their trying to attack you. And another thing you will find is that shit in a portie is always diarrhea. Oh the agony.
Ashley went fine on Friday when the potty was fairly empty. Saturday afternoon, it was filled with all kinds of nastiness and had a huge mountain of toilet paper forming topped with piss and shit. She refused to go. I tell you with the TP mountain I don't think you had to worry about back splash but it was enough to freak her out and she wouldn't go and guess who later pissed her pants? Ugh! I almost can't blame her.
I guess I just need bring a portie of our own. (I did do this a couple weeks ago when there was NO real bathroom and the porties were especially nasty, I think those got emptied maybe once a year. However, mid-tournament the shit truck came by and emptied it, who would like that job?) Men are so lucky that they can just whip it out and go on the ground behind a tree. And just in case you're wondering the portie was for Ashley not me. ;) I just hold it for hours and hours and hours. I'm so glad I wasn't born over 100 years ago when pit toilets were a way of life. And did you know that porties are the number one place that lost cell phones go un-rescued? No shocker there.