It’s bright and early. The morning dew glistens on the roof as the sky begins to turn shades of pink, orange, yellow then blue. The door seals in the aroma so strong it could bring down a rhino. As you enter it becomes a lock box of decomposing dreams. You hear the door slap closed. Very similar to a slap in the face. You hold your breath, strengthen your quads as you hover, close your eyes, picture a field of flowers, and bust out of there like you’re being chased. Again, you hear the slap of the door and a gasp for air. If you are in line you begin to mentally prepare yourself as you watch those that went before you lather themselves up to the elbows in hand sanitizer like they are about to scrub into surgery. When it’s your turn you get a small salute and prayer from those around you before you step into the war zone. The port-a-potty becomes your War Room for the (hopefully) small amount of time you spend in there. This might of been one of the times I relied on God the most. At camp I liked to refer to it as the Ebola closet. The port-a-pottys, or “ports-a-Loos” if you are feeling fancy, really brought the training camp experience to a whole new level. Speaking of levels— sometimes the height of the pots got a little uncomfortable. Meaning I felt like if I used the bathroom things might touch me. I know right! Experience to remember. It was about the 4th or 5th day into camp when the port-a-potty man came to clean out the stalls. I don’t think I have ever heard that many people cheer so loud! That man was blessed and highly favored. Even as I write this I’m thanking God for that sweet, sweet man.
I don’t think I have ever looked forward to an airport bathroom more. Look how it shines!
I write this to say, one, be so thankful for the small things we take for granted like bathrooms. And two, I will be blogging about the fascinating and terrifying bathrooms I encounter across the globe.
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