Wee wee wee, all the way home
There was a time when I thought I'd write a pocket potty guidebook for world travellers like myself. People with weak bladders needed a handy dandy guide to tell them where to find the creme de la creme of crappers across the globe.
It was going to be an international bestseller.
I planned on rating the toilets using a "roll" system, with 5 rolls being the best rating except for the elite potties that made it into the Honor Roll. As you can see, I decided to write erotic romantic comedy instead.
Not as much of a stretch as you might think.
Uses the same plumbing, after all.
And since you can plainly see where my mind wanders off to after a weary day of air travel, I'll bid you goodnight until the morrow.
Labels: vacation antics