The Little Porta-Potty That Worked!
If you’ve kept up with homeless news, you’ve seen quite a bit written about the problems and laws and solutions surrounding homeless folks' need to use toilet facilities. Elaborate designs and sturdy structures costing tens of thousands of dollars have been proposed, constructed and tried in downtowns across the country and the world!
Didn’t we read something this past year about ‘public toilets’ located in some DT that became havens for drug abuse and prostitution?
Where did we read about those fancy, disappearing toilets that cleaned inside automatically only a few minutes after each user left? Problems began when the toilet's automatic cleaning feature began while still occupied! Seems that tourists would often pass out, drunk in the john, and promptly receive a through (however, dangerous!) cleansing.
HERE’S A SHORT STORY … of The Little Porta-Potty That Worked!
I served some homeless friends who lived in a junkyard full of old cars, with permission from the owner of the yard. I gave these friends fruit that was donated to me whenever I could, hoping the fruit would provide at least something ‘healthy’ for them to eat. On one occasion, the fruit I had to give was prunes. I was kind of joking when I gave my friends the first bags of prunes I had, but soon, they were asking for ‘just a few more bags’. And they weren’t joking.
I gave my friends many bags of prunes that month. My friends proceeded to get sugar and yeast (on Food Stamps), and combine those items with the prunes and four gallons of water in a six-gallon pail. Time passed (giving the prunes time to ‘cook up’) and my friends began dipping into their home-made hooch. No surprise, the hooch gave my friends quite a kick in the seat, and soon, they were running for the nearest ‘sh*tter’. The nearest ‘sh*tter’ happened to be another six-gallon pail that was hidden amongst the junked cars; only this pail was lined with a black trash bag. As my friends emptied the pail of hooch, the bag in the other pail quickly filled! After a week of hooching, and using what little common sense my friends had left (being drowned by gallons upon gallons of hooch!), one of them tossed the almost-full black bag into nearby weeds.
The owner of the yard didn’t know about the hooch. He always expected to find some semblance of sense among my senseless friends when he came around to check up on his property. Early one Saturday morning, after finding the crew passed out drunk from their homemade hooch, he angrily fired up his power trimmer and commenced to making all kinds of weed-whackin’ noise.
ERRRRR…ERRRR…ERRRR…. went the weed-whacker, as he moved his way along the fence line of overgrown weeds, right up to the black bag whose contents lay hidden until … ZZZZZZZZZZZZRRRRRRRRRRR … RIPPPPP!
He hit that black bag of stuff with his trimmer … the poop must have flown everywhere! His screams and cursing could be heard three blocks away … and quickly waked my slumbering friends.
As the story goes, the owner left the lot in quite a huff … covered in all kinds of ‘stuff’. It’s been said that he even had little strips of soiled toilet paper hanging from his wire-rimmed glasses. The owner didn’t come back to the lot for weeks, but on the very next day, a local company, NATURE’S WAY, delivered a bright, clean and shiny porta-potty to the yard. The potty stayed in the yard until the lot was sold for development.
While most of my homeless friends have since moved on, there came a day when each could say they finally had a pot to ‘potty’ in ...
And it was the little porta-potty that worked!
Keeping **it clean,
Kelly
Didn’t we read something this past year about ‘public toilets’ located in some DT that became havens for drug abuse and prostitution?
Where did we read about those fancy, disappearing toilets that cleaned inside automatically only a few minutes after each user left? Problems began when the toilet's automatic cleaning feature began while still occupied! Seems that tourists would often pass out, drunk in the john, and promptly receive a through (however, dangerous!) cleansing.
HERE’S A SHORT STORY … of The Little Porta-Potty That Worked!
I served some homeless friends who lived in a junkyard full of old cars, with permission from the owner of the yard. I gave these friends fruit that was donated to me whenever I could, hoping the fruit would provide at least something ‘healthy’ for them to eat. On one occasion, the fruit I had to give was prunes. I was kind of joking when I gave my friends the first bags of prunes I had, but soon, they were asking for ‘just a few more bags’. And they weren’t joking.
I gave my friends many bags of prunes that month. My friends proceeded to get sugar and yeast (on Food Stamps), and combine those items with the prunes and four gallons of water in a six-gallon pail. Time passed (giving the prunes time to ‘cook up’) and my friends began dipping into their home-made hooch. No surprise, the hooch gave my friends quite a kick in the seat, and soon, they were running for the nearest ‘sh*tter’. The nearest ‘sh*tter’ happened to be another six-gallon pail that was hidden amongst the junked cars; only this pail was lined with a black trash bag. As my friends emptied the pail of hooch, the bag in the other pail quickly filled! After a week of hooching, and using what little common sense my friends had left (being drowned by gallons upon gallons of hooch!), one of them tossed the almost-full black bag into nearby weeds.
The owner of the yard didn’t know about the hooch. He always expected to find some semblance of sense among my senseless friends when he came around to check up on his property. Early one Saturday morning, after finding the crew passed out drunk from their homemade hooch, he angrily fired up his power trimmer and commenced to making all kinds of weed-whackin’ noise.
ERRRRR…ERRRR…ERRRR…. went the weed-whacker, as he moved his way along the fence line of overgrown weeds, right up to the black bag whose contents lay hidden until … ZZZZZZZZZZZZRRRRRRRRRRR … RIPPPPP!
He hit that black bag of stuff with his trimmer … the poop must have flown everywhere! His screams and cursing could be heard three blocks away … and quickly waked my slumbering friends.
As the story goes, the owner left the lot in quite a huff … covered in all kinds of ‘stuff’. It’s been said that he even had little strips of soiled toilet paper hanging from his wire-rimmed glasses. The owner didn’t come back to the lot for weeks, but on the very next day, a local company, NATURE’S WAY, delivered a bright, clean and shiny porta-potty to the yard. The potty stayed in the yard until the lot was sold for development.
While most of my homeless friends have since moved on, there came a day when each could say they finally had a pot to ‘potty’ in ...
And it was the little porta-potty that worked!
Keeping **it clean,
Kelly
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