As is probably obvious from the frequency of recent posting, Potty blogger has been traveling for work the last few weeks.
And while it's exciting to meet a new toilet on the road, there's nothing like coming home to the warm familiarity of 720 California fourth floor men's room. It was my first stop this morning.
She did not disappoint.
There was a partially digested deuce waiting for me in the penthouse stall. It sort of poked its head up out of the water as if to say, "Welcome home. We've missed you."
I cleared the screen, conducted my business, headed toward the sink, washed my hands and reached for the paper towel...to find them completely out.
Two for two, fourth floor men's room. Good to be home.
I shook my hands dry and opened the door and hesitated. "What the heck," I thought to myself. "Let's celebrate." I reached back, stuck my hand under the hand sanitizer dispenser, and let it take a gigantic dump in the palm of my hand.