So last night at the races, my brother Jeff and I got to the point where we had to pee, so we headed down behind the grandstands and found one porta-potty where two gals were waiting to get in. Someone came out, and the first gal went in. She was in there for a while, but we waited patiently. She finally came out, and the other gal, probably 55 years old, went in. A kid maybe 12 years old had been pacing around the porta potty since we had gotten down there and I wasn't sure if he was in line or just what he was doing. She'd been in there a while and I wanted to get in there and get back to watching races. We'd spent too much time waiting already. Anyway, the stock cars were running, and it was pretty loud, but I pointed to the kid and said "are you in line?" I guess he couldn't hear me, but saw me point toward the crapper, and then he walked right up to it and slung the door wide open! Well, this poor gal jumped up with her pants at her knees and a look on her face like she'd just seen a ghost! The kid let the door go shut thank heavens, Jeff and I were standing there with our mouths open, and the kid just mulled around another minute or so, then wandered off. He never even needed to pee! I don't know what the %*#@ he was doing! That gal apparently finished her business, came out, walked off and I jumped in to finally pee. I gotta tell ya. I don't know what it was she had been eating, or if the door flying open caused her to blow something outta her that it shouldn't have, but I wasn't sure a guy could sustain himself that long with that little oxygen! As I came out all I could say to Jeff was, "Man, it's bad in there". We laughed our backsides off all the way back to the stands.
Me going head first down Gas City Stands wouldn't have been pretty. But almost happened. Drew a couple laughs too.............. So sorry to the two ladys I scared the crap out of but I was lucky he shoulder was there to grab.
