Posted by NoleCC

By Marita Kristoph

There is a price to pay for attending a game that goes into overtime or for attending tailgate parties before or after the game. Remember your bladder has no clue and does not discriminate. If nature calls at the tailgate party, the portable potty is the answer. Yeah right, if you are a man with just liquid intentions and then the bushes or the back of a building seems to be sufficient. Ladies, by the way, have you noticed that the men don’t spend the time in portables or stalls that they spend at home in their own bathroom? Why? They don’t have their reading material; and in some cases, they are not capable of reading, because they’re in the spirit, so to speak!

Forget about it, if you are a woman of any age! Ladies have the incredible challenge of squatting and keeping their balance while attempting to hold on to skirts/pants/shorts, purses and unmentionables. Then females try aiming by instinct; certainly not by sight, because eyes are shut and they are holding their breath praying that they don’t miss! If you are like me, you do whatever it takes to wait for the stadium bathrooms. They are initially clean through the first quarter, but conditions deteriorate quickly by the fourth. Women are always interesting and college girls are the best for giggles. While they do their business, they discuss their dates, make-up, or they proceed to complain about the odor and the conditions to the amazement of their neighbors in the adjacent stalls. Meanwhile, those neighbors are busy doing their business and hoping the odor is cumulative not specific to one stall.