This a true story. I don't think I would believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes.
We went to the Walleye Festival in Port Clinton near Sandusky, Ohio. Yes, there is such a thing. I could be judgemental about the type of folks that we saw but I am not talking about it. This was America at its finest. As I looked out at the crowd, I felt for the American school teacher. What a job! To educate our children. To teach these people to read and write. To create miracles, that is what they do. Anyway, we walked along the festival admiring the people and the food.
My husband was the first to visit the port-a-potties with Kyle. Bless him for not making me go. When he came back he said that the port-a-potty had an attendant. I thought that maybe he meant someone to tell you which one was open. I have seen that at art shows. No, a real attendant. I shrugged it off.
When I could hold it no longer I visited the facilities myself. And guess what I saw? I swear I did. A. Real. Attendant. Really. Like the one I wrote about here. She had hand sanitizer, tampons, candy and paper towels. AND SHE HAD A TIP JAR! At a fair! I couldn't believe my eyes and couldn't stop talking about it. Here are pics to prove I am not lying. Be sure to check out the sign suggesting that you tip.
The tips sign says "Tips are appreciated. Thank you. The attendant."
This has to be the most ridiculous thing I have seen in a long time. One of my relatives (who shall remain nameless to protect her identity, ADW, thought that it was a good idea.) Really? There is nothing that an attendant can do to make my visit any better. They are disgusting. They smell and I am grossed out by them. But, I am also thankful that I have place to go to do it in private. No attendant can enhance my visit. No way. So sorry attendant. I will not give you a dollar so that I may pee. Ain't that America, for you and me.