Thursday, October 29, 2015
"It must be tough to be a highway construction worker," says Rissa.
"Hmmmm?" I respond. I glance towards the central median of the 401, taking in the construction zone. "Yeah, especially when you're working there."
"I mean, when do you pooh?"
"They've got Porta-Potties, but really, who could ever be comfortable enough to actually have a pooh, when there are cars whizzing by you at 100kms an hour?"
"I guess you get used to it."
"HOW?!? How would that be possible? Most people aren't comfortable poohing in a public washroom..."
She's right. I myself, couldn't poop with anyone nearby until well into my 20s - until I'd developed a spastic colon because of my unwillingness to acknowledge that a #2 was a part of life and sometimes when one did it there was noise.
"I'd be there all day. I couldn't do it. I would have to wait until 3:00 a.m. and then do my business."
"Let's light a candle for them when we get home, to give them strength."
"Oh God, they're mostly dudes. Mostly dudes nervously using a Porta-Potty on the 401. They can't light a candle in there. How can we send bulk Poo-Pourrie to road workers??"