When I was a kid, I lived in a very rural community. In fact, I can still remember having to go to the outhouse even on cold winter days. I also remember the day Dad installed our first toilet.
Although the toilet came with instructions on how to install it, there were no directions on how to use it. I used to sit on the seat with the tank at my chest, as if riding a bicycle.
My friend Ricky nearly burst when I showed him our new toilet. He was like “You are sitting on it wrong; backwards actually!
I had to write two stories based on the prompt this week. Just something about a good toilet picture, brings back memories from my weird childhood I guess.
I would think you’d “ride” the toilet in the outhouse the same way as an indoor toilet.
no, bad for splinters
Who says there is a wrong way or a right way? 😉
You’ve written a very believable tale – in fact, I’m still not sure whether it’s autobiography or fiction!
maybe a bit of both
Nice feel to this piece. I laughed at the poor fella that was using the toilet backward.
My husbands grandmother (Grandma Hobbs) was a delightful woman – When we visited in the winter – I certainly remember the outhouse! Cute and funny story!
It happens all the time!
Well, if no one ever taught you how, I guess that would make sense 🙂
What a great story!