Sunday, April 29, 2007

A Man and His Toilet

Not too long ago, a man and his wife were in Academy Sports. She was looking for mucker boots, and somehow got separated from her husband.

Around the corner he comes, looking very pleased with himself. In his hand? A folding shovel, and a portable toilet seat that is supported by four legs.

Amused, yet more than a little mortified, the wife accompanies him to the checkout, places her items on the counter…and quickly exits stage left to loiter at the entrance, leaving him to pay.

Later, they are talking with one of his fishing buddies, and the wife updates the fishing buddy on her husband’s embarrassing purchase. She thought that her husband had purchased the toilet for the camping and river trips the two men take upon occasion. She is quickly corrected by her husband. He informs his wife and his friend that he bought both toilet and shovel to assist him in taking care of "business" during his long work days out in the oilfield. The fishing buddy laughs, and more ribbing ensues.

(Her husband’s good ol’ boy fishing buddies have given him no end of grief concerning his love for the environment, taking care of business, not trashing the camping surroundings, etc. Matter of fact, she says they now call him “Dudley”, the character played by William H. Macy in the movie “Wild Hogs.” She is of the opinion that her husband mistakenly believes he is helping his buddies become a little more citified out there at the fishing camp.)

I know why the husband wants to take this little jewel of a toilet to work. The oilfield is one of those places that has virtually seen no changes after all these years, at least in the area of personal comforts. There is a distinct lack of amenities out there. One can be two hours from the nearest town and no facilities in sight. Guys have it easier than women, yet none differ when that certain need comes upon us.

A month or so later, the husband, staying out of town, calls his wife. They go over the happenings of their respective days. He begins to tell her a story.

Husband: “Remember my little camping toilet I purchased at Academy?"

Wife: "Yes."

Husband: "Well, I was putting it to use today. I dug a little hole, situated the toilet, grabbed my book.”

Wife: “Grabbed your book? You are out in the middle of nowhere. Why do guys have to read when this particular body function is going on? Oh, my Lord. Okay, honey, continue…I’m sorry I interrupted you. It’s just that anybody could drive by, at anytime.”

Husband: “As I was saying, I dug my little hole, and settled in. I finished my business, and shifted to put my book on the top of my truck. I thought “Wow, this thing is really sturdy!” and, just to test it, I wiggled on it a bit…"

Wife: “Yeah?”

Husband: “I felt it start to give. The legs collapsed on my toilet seat…and I fell. Right into my business.”

Wife: “What? What did you say?”

Husband repeats himself, adding “I had it everywhere. I’m running around with my coat on, my pants around my boots, trying to get everything cleaned up. I had to almost totally undress.”

Wife, tears of laughter running down her face, buries her head in the pillow.

Wife: "Where were the little receptacle sacks?"

Husband: "I guess they blew out of my truck, I can't find them. And, anyway, as I was cleaning up, I realized – the pulling unit was only a football field away – and Joe's up in the derrick. I look up, and Joe is staring down at me. He’s seen everything. He waved at me.”

The wife is laughing hysterically, as is the husband.

Wife sputters: “Do you think he’ll still respect you in the morning?”


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14 comments:

Pam said...

Thanks for being so forthcoming with us. I know the husband and wife involved will cherish this moment being published on the blog. It made my day! Your details of everyday life are the best.

Norman Jenson said...

Oh my, that is seriously funny, and now he'll suffer a lifetime of jokes for no one will ever forget. The story will be retold, deatails will be added. He'll get new nicknames.

Rachel said...

That is so incredibly funny! hehe. Thanks!

Janie said...

Pam, Pam, Pam - don't give it all away, girl!

Norm - I know that is right! Thanks for stopping by!

Rachel- glad to make you smile, girl!!

Eric said...

Ack. Great story! But what I wanna know is...would Sheryl Crowe have been proud? ;-)

Janie said...

Eric - not sure. It's a different kind of footprint. ;)

Bob said...

This will make a good one of those Fwd,Fwd,Fwd E mails that I generally detest. Always wanted to start one to see how far it goes. Just don't know how you can see that. By the way I have my old grandmothers portable toilet. It's portable and has the little bowl attached. Right now I use it to sit on in the garden and keep tools in it. If I wasn't right on the highway I suppose I could use it for what it was designed for as I pull weeds. Better than reading a book. I'd let it go for the right price.

Gwynne said...

Am I the only one that finds this totally disgusting?! Okay, maybe a little bit funny, but eeuw!!

Janie said...

Bob - this stuff is copyrighted, ya know! I'm not sure I'd want to send it around via e-mail, anyway. Waited 2 weeks prior to posting!

Gwynne - what? disgust? from an admitted NASCAR fan? Come on, girlfriend...okay, I admit it, it is disgusting...but true!

Foo said...

Now that is a story. Turtle's hysterical, just now, after I read it to her. Interestingly, her reaction to the book was the same as yours. It's the same as every time I head back to The Library.

It adds a whole new meaning to that homespun expression of surprise, "Well, s*** and fall back in it!"

Janie said...

Foo - now THAT is funny!

Gwynne said...

"from an admitted NASCAR fan?"

Whoa there! Not so fast with the accusations. ;-)

An attendee does not a NASCAR fan maketh.

But you are right to equate one with the other. ;-)

Cowtown Pattie said...

Foo stole my words, but this is just too funny!

Only thing that could make it more hilarious - the use of native plants as "theraputic papers".

Janie said...

Gwynne - sorry about the Nascar fan remark. You looked happy there!! I personally went, attended, came home, and vowed never to return again....

Pattie - I'll have to transmit that advice to Dudley...native plants. Good idea!!