Derek’s story reminded me of a Burning Man porta potty moment.

Late on Wednesday night, as I was walking away from the porta potties after a relatively positive (read as no pee on toilet seat, fully stocked toilet paper) experience, I saw a man with a megaphone approach the wall of little blue rooms.

“I don’t want to alarm anyone,” he squelched through the megaphone, “But a friend of mine just lost his glass eye in one of these porta potties. It is a very expensive prosthesis. He and I would both really, really appreciate it if you could just take a moment with your flashlight to look around the inside of the porta potty, including the resevoir itself, to check to see if it’s there.”

Naturally he was kidding, but the thought of all those high people in the porta potties desperately wondering “What if…?” as they felt compelled to stare into the dark, festing recesses of their potties….HA!