I told this story to my face-to-face classes yesterday and they suggested I share it with you, so here goes. BTW, the situation is true and just happened to me yesterday morning.
I was on my way to Prince Frederick yesterday morning, driving down the highway, when I noticed a flatbed trailer holding 8 Porta Potties right in front of me. We were going 55 miles per hour, and I could not get around him, so I stayed behind his vehicle almost the entire way to campus.
Then I started to notice some things about the flatbed. It had no lip that would have kept the toilets from flying off of the back of the trailer, should they become loose. Then I noticed that there was only one rope holding them on the flatbed trailer.
My imagination began working overtime, as I realized what the next day’s headlines would read, if they hit my car: “Death by Porta Potty!” I could just picture myself walking around heaven for all eternity, with folks coming up and asking me, “So, Sister, how did you die?” My reply? “I got hit in the face by a toilet!”
When I was finally ready to leave the road and turn into campus, I felt very relieved that the toilet-toting-trailer continued down the road. My face was flushed with happiness as I realized that no headlines would be necessary. Have a great day!