When I die please don’t sell my portable toilet on the front lawn for $3.00
There are two portable toilets for sale on Moyer Road in Gilbertsville, Pennsylvania. They sit in someones front yard, with a hand painted sign.
Why they are selling them? Did the person die? Did they just get indoor plumbing?
I know that when I am dead I won’t know if you sold my portable toilet on my front lawn. Maybe when I am really old I will be able to still walk to the bathroom. Maybe I won’t have to have a portable toilet right beside my bed.
The only thing I know for sure in my life is that Jesus Loves Me, cold water tastes like sunshine, and cats like to dig the dirt out of potted plants.
I don’t know if I will wake up tomorrow. I may die in my sleep. I may live to be one hundred and twelve or I may get hit by a bus when I cross the street. (That’s why it is important to look both ways when you cross the street, and cross the street at the crosswalk.)
And why is this person selling the toilets? Why don’t they donate them to a thrift store? Do they really need the six dollars to help pay their rent?
Wait a minute. I will be right back.
Did you wonder where I went? Can you guess?
I drove to see if there were any toilets left. I wanted to buy them. Maybe they really needed the six dollars.
When I pulled into the driveway beside the toilets there was only one left. No other car was in the driveway. It looked like no one was home.
I put the portable toilet and the 12 quart splash pail with a lid and the sign that was made with black spray paint on particle board that said $3.00 each, in the back of the van. When I picked up the toilet I noticed a small container saying the money was going to a no-kill animal shelter.
The people loved animals so much they would put two portable toilets on their front lawn for over two weeks, trying to raise six dollars to save animals. I put five one dollar bills in the container. Three that were in my wallet, and two dollar bills that were faded from sitting in the hidden trap in my washing machine for four years. I found them yesterday when I cleaned the washing machine.
When I die please don’t sell my portable toilet on the front lawn for $3.00. And throw away all of my underwear and bras, please don’t donate them to a thrift store.
Would you like to buy my portable toilet with the 12 quart splash bucket? It is in the back of my van. They retail for $67.59 new. Or maybe I could sell it on my front lawn?
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About Pamela Hodges
I write slice of life stories to help you know you are loved, valuable and worthy just as you are. I am a writer, an artist, and a cleaner of seven litter boxes. I live in Pennsylvania with one husband, four cats, one dog and two birds.