Sorry, I think I'd have to dig my own latrine. I get stage fright just trying to take a leak. Ain't no way it would work for #2.
c'mon ross, where's your sense of adventure!!! imagine being on a long-
distance sleeper bus and folks gotta go. i don't mean the children, mom
just hangs 'em over the rail of the upper bunk and lets 'em go in the aisle.
now y'know where "they went wee wee wee all the way home" comes from.
anyway, driver pulls up at a nameless village, where everyone has the
opportunity, nay the privilege, of using the communal squat-trench.
you pay your one mao (strangely, the mao is the only bill that doesn't
have chairman mao on it), or two if you want paper, and prepare for battle.
as you walk in, you have to duck cause the beams are 4-1/2 feet off the
ground and covered in something unidentifiable, and you wonder what caused
the building to sink. oh, it's just the the ground level is rising.
then your tears wash the smoke out of your eyes, and as your eyes slowly
begin to focus again, you realize it ain't incense they're burning. you peer
through the haze and can vaguely make out a trench of sorts against the
far wall. i say of sorts as it's sort of trench-shaped, or was way back in
the song dynasty, which was apparently the last time it was cleaned. ok,
not cleaned, but sorta mucked out.
hmmm, and this seems to be the nerve center of the entire village. it's
here where folks must come for entertainment, judging by all the guys
and/or gals squatting along the trench reading papers, playing gameboys,
listening to music, talking on their cellphone, knitting, and of course,
eating dumplings with spicy tofu pepper paste. naturally, given the effect
these dumplings have, no better place to eat them, kinda like cutting out
the middleman.
that's enough for now, i'll let your imagination carry you through the rest.
and anyway, bina should be having brekkie just about now...........