Education Mastered at French Bomb Site

EDUCATION MASTERED AT FRENCH BOMB SITE
Oct. 1, ‘07


I furthered my Europeans education on the way home. After being on the road for a time,, we needed a potty break…you know women, especially those of a somewhat advanced age. There are areas similar to our rest stops along the A-61. Now I must say that all of the facilities to this point have been exceptionally clean and functional. Now I am introduced to what is appropriately called a “bomb site”, not to be confused with one of the military nature. I go in to the toilette and you are never quite certain who you might find in the adjoining stall….it could be female or it could be male, they could be doors or there might be no doors. This born and bred true Southern Tarte was stunned. I walked outside where Pat was standing and asked her, “is that all there is?’,to which she replied ,”yes, but let me give you a few pointers.” I knew I was in serious trouble when she told me to roll up my pant legs to my knees, be certain nothing will fall out of your pockets, back in to the stall being certain to place you feet far apart, squat and BOMBS AWAY!!!!! Oh mercy me for an old fashioned one seater outhouse