Simone Bruyere Fraser - Illuminate the Art of Living

Monday, October 3, 2016

Princess of the Porta Potty

It was a half hour before my audition. I was driving in the middle of no where for hours and I had to use the rest room. I had dressed for my audition before I started the drive to allow myself to be in character during the journey. I wore a long, big, flowing white dress, big dangling earrings, full make up, tousled hair, and combat boots. I looked for rest stop signs, or a place where there might be a public restroom I could use, but I didn't see anything....for miles.

 I continued driving until a saw a small porta potty at the end of a large construction site. I thought to myself, this will be quick, I'll just jump out of the car - use it real fast and jump right back on the road. Not a moment wasted. The construction site was completely abandoned. Not a worker on site, all the cranes were in a resting position at another corner of the lot far from the potty. I pulled over. 

I step out of the car, and hike my big white flowing dress up exposing my combat boots. There is a slight breeze that fans my hair and balloons my dress, I start marching towards the porta potty. When I get there the door is slightly ajar and the handle is a full green, unoccupied ready for me to go, so I take my hand and in a whirlwind fling open the door...




 Much to my utter shock and surprise - it is occupied. A construction worker is sitting in a very stable position that seems it has been sunken into for some time now. One hand appears to be reaching behind him, with a wad full of toilet paper. I am in shock. Time slows down. The breeze comes again and fills my hair and dress with life. He looks up at me, his eyes wide like saucers, and his mouth slightly ajar. I take the time to notice...he is handsome. He's young with dark skin, big Bambi eyes, pearly white teeth, and wearing a large construction hat and a shiny orange vest. I realize by now I have been holding the door open for what may be an abnormally long time considering the circumstances. His expression and body - hand position have not moved one millimeter since I opened the door.  I decide I should say something.

" Oh Hello!!!! Have a beautiful day!!!!" And with that I close the door to his throne. My hands reach for my dress, and I gather it up again. I march towards my car with my stomping boots, the breeze dancing around my suddenly extremely hot and pulsing body. The car appears to be miles away, but I finally make it back to my safe zone. I get in the car and lock the door, locking a door is a must I now realize, even if you think you are alone. I think about all the times I am alone in my house and leave the bathroom door open just because I can. I pull my car on to the road. I start to laugh, then I start to cry, I can barely breath I am laughing so hard. I can't even see the road through my laughing and tears. I just keep thinking about this lovely mans face when I opened the door. It all  must have been so surreal for him. I contemplate as I drive if I should have stayed to have a chat with him and used the bathroom, nope. I didn't seem to feel the need to use the restroom anymore.

Mission accomplished. I was ready for my acting audition. What is the meaning of all this? Well, take what you want from it, but for me it is two things. One, laughter is always the best medicine and two, take the road less traveled, it will make all the difference. I promise.

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