I recently went to my first Polo match in Greenwich, CT. I had a great time, I got to learn about a completely new sport that I knew very little about. Seriously it was very nice, very chic, all so sophisticated until of course I had to go find the bathroom...or rather in this case, a porter potty. They tried to make it as respectable as possible, but really you can't ever really hide the obvious fact that a porter potty is a porter potty and will always be a porter potty.
But this isn't about my experience at the Polo match porter potties, but rather about much more unfortunate mishap with a row of porter potties and hot air balloon air show. A friend of my friend's friend who is quickly becoming a new friend sent me an email about this mishap after he learned about my fascination with bathrooms.
The email was titled: Air show Disaster, Aircraft crashes into four buildings (hehe)
Apparently, the pilot lost control of his aircraft. OMG, imagine the horror of the people inside the buildings (the potter potties)....as if using a potter potty isn't humiliating enough.
My heart goes out to the people in the porter potties.
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