Could you?

I pass this every day on the way to work. The bus comes LITERALLY within inches of it. I try to stop my mind from ducking right in the little cubby to see what's going on but I never succeed. So my morning commute, normally so pleasant and stress free (har) is violently interrupted while I watch some burly, freezing construction worker in his Carhart work clothes go poo. Thanks.

I marvel that someone consciously chose this as the spot for the porta-potty. Selected this over other possible locales. Obviously the privacy, isolation, aesthetic concern, and quietude were cleaaar factors. Call-A-Head? Oh how infinitely clever. What about just on the other side of the giant arrow? You know, the arrow that flashes and pretty much directs all passers by to LOOK AT the loo.

People have called me anal retentive in my life. I know what they mean. Compulsive. Neat. Maybe bossy. But park me on the middle of Broadway for my business and I am pretty sure I could live up to the real meaning. Good grief. I really couldn't do it. Could you?