Is That Why It's Called a Restroom?
After my sixth lap around the MLK Jr. Middle School track, I had to "recalculate" and head for the head—a.k.a. the privy, outhouse, latrine, loo, comfort station, honey bucket, earth closet, bogger, brasco, commode.
As I was trotting through the newly opened tot-playground, I heard another pair of shoes slipping up behind me. The runner soon passed and was clearly going to reach the Porta-Potty before me. I diplomatically veered off to await my turn at the urn. As I took up a position in front of the gate to the Swim Center, I watched as the runner approached the "comfort station"—and was baffled when he opened the door, suddenly bolted backwards, and shut the hut.
He turned to see me standing in line and offered some breaking news:
"I don't think you want to go in there just now. There's someone sleeping inside!"
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