This time the port-o-potty was the only option. There was no plumbing on the island. So the only real choice to be made was between the three port-o-potties backstage.
And even though it was the only occupied one, I waited for The Blue Room. Never before had I encountered such an enormous port-o-potty! I figured it was probably air-conditioned and maybe there was even a dude standing in there with a towel and a bowl of mints. I went and got my book.
The inside wasn't as luxurious as I'd imagined it'd be. Like other port-o-potties I'd used in the past, it was pretty much a hot stinky closet where people pile shit on top of shit. There was no towel dude and no bowl of mints, but there was a cigarette butt on the floor and a few flies buzzing around my head, waiting for me to shit so they could eat it. However it was spacious, and there was a bit of a breeze, and it didn't smell nearly as bad as they usually do. So I let myself get lost in Larry McMurtry's tale of cowboys driving cattle out west and the next thing I knew I was on page 600 in Lonesome Dove and I'd spent four hours in The Blue Room!
Yes, I had the digital camera in the port-o-potty with me, but NO I didn't take any pictures of what was in The Hole. You're all sick people! If you want to see that kind of stuff you can just visit www.ratemypoo.com anyway.