I really do. I love the ballpark, which is a good thing considering I’m a mom to three boys and spend a lot of time there. I love everything about the ballpark. I love the game. I love watching my kids participate in a team sport. I love the peanuts and sunflower seeds. I love the social aspect. I love meeting new friends. I have loved the ballpark since I was a little girl watching my Dad play in softball tournaments. The ballpark is a happy place. I love everything about the ballpark.
Except this….
Yes, that’s me and that’s my 4 year-old, Gage, using a porta-potty. I hate porta-potties. I would rather dig a hole for my kids to go in than to have to help them use a porta-potty. They are the most unpleasant things around. I have had bathroom experiences in 3rd world countries that are more enjoyable than using a porta-potty. The last time I used a porta-potty (against my better judgement) I sat on a wasp and got the sting of a lifetime. Extremely unpleasant.
This particular visit took Gage 7 minutes, yes, I timed it, I’m weird like that. Seven minutes and he’s four. Imagine what it will be like when he’s forty. The only positive aspect of his seven minute visit was that I got to stand still, completely still. And from where I was standing I had a perfect view of Jett on second base. So for seven minutes I stood completely still and watched Jett play ball while Pete chased Brewer around the ballpark.
Hummmm, maybe that’s a reason to start liking the porta-potty.
Your turn, what grosses you out?
Disclaimer - so sorry porta-potty people. I am sure you work hard to create a clean, pleasant, portable bathroom experience, but seriously, is there anyway stagnant pee and poop and can be made pleasant?
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