...far for material. But this time the material came to me! I'm still smiling about this one. Jewel, derived from Jew Al, Jew-al, hence: jewel, said he was stopping by to work on the lawn mover. Another project that has taken weeks. Not finished yet. So, I was at a meeting off the grounds and he picked me up and as we were coming toward the barn I saw 2 purple latrines, or port o sans, on a small trailer sitting in the driveway. If that's not bad enough, the police were circling. I counted three times within a half hour as I watered the plantings. I waved and smiled. I think a yenta neighbour called them, guess which one, to find out if we were doing demo/construction work without a permit or having a gypsy family reunion under the tent.
Then, to make it even sillier, Jewel said while he worked on the mower he had to relieve himself. He wouldn't venture into the house alone. A sissy boy is afraid of Zazoo. So he said he went to the studio above the barn. I said, "why didn't you use the facility in your little wagon?" "It smells," he said matter of factly. Sweet baby Jesus, this Wanker drives around all day with these things, move them around when they're full and scours them out with a hose. Smelly? Oy vey.
