“ You took a frap on the golf course…?” asked Scotty
“ What else could I do?“ and so we headed off to work only to return ten hours later. As we pulled up to the side of my vehicle a golf cart came racing across our vision to come to a screeching halt before a ball 40 yds away. One of the two occupants leapt out to address this ball on the fairway when suddenly it was obvious even from that distance what he had to say ….
“ Shit !”……and suddenly he lifted his right foot to view what was obviously my fist full of roll flapping in the breeze from the bottom of his spiked golf shoe. Scotty and I sat there enjoying the scene and our perfect timing and of course laughing a great deal. But we didn’t laugh near as much as we did the next day as we arrived at the park and ride to find a newly placed blue plastic Porta Let toilet standing in the corner of the parking lot
