An Experience

We just got back from Galveston today. I'll post about that soon, but I wanted to share an adventure with you all. I know you all love my fun stories especially the ones that embarrass me.
So here goes:
Today we went to the beach. The three of us. And we were having a good time. And then let's just say I started to have an "upset stomach." I felt the need to find a potty FAST. Thankfully, the city had the foresight to place them not to far from where I needed them.
The down side of "said potties" is that they are placed between the seawall and the road. So when one sits in "said potty," you are right at the edge of the parking lane and the street. The only thing separating you from the oncoming traffic is a thin wall of plastic, and it is not a pleasant thought. (Not the only unpleasant thing in the port a potty)
So there I was in "said potty" and I kid you not- the walls started to shake. The traffic was going by and I was going to be carried away with it!
I hurried up and then open the door, and as I did I tripped on my flip-flop and I fell out of the potty onto a a lady walking by. Too bad for her. She should have been looking out for people coming out of "said potty."