The other day I was sitting in a port-potty at a gravel pit. A water truck came by and sprayed the road for dust control. The spray hit the little house I was in and the initial spray hitting the plastic wall of the potty sounded alot like bullets hitting it. Which aided in my endeavor. But it reminded me that in the world of men, helpless in a porta-potty just means "TARGET". It also reminded me of this:
Many years ago I was driving a dump truck to a parking lot in a new apartment complex. We were bringing in hot asphalt mix and dumping it into a little paver that hooked onto the back of your truck to move around. I was backing into a tight corner of the lot with the Layton box attached to my truck...it was a tight turn and I had the cut right but there was a porta-potty right in front of me. This dump truck had a very tight turning radius and when the wheels were turned all the way one way or the other, the front of the truck moved almost sideways. I didn't want to pull forward to realign, I figured if my front bumper touched the potty, it would just slide it along the sidewalk for a few feet then come off of it. So I gently made the contact...bumper right on the middle of the door...and slid the potty about three feet...then the bumper came off of the potty and I had the perfect alignment for the paver...all's well that ends well, right? Well...almost. As soon as the bumper of the truck left the potty door, it flew open and a worker dashed out of there holding his pants up with one hand and gesturing to me in American Sign Language with the other.
So the water truck trick was Karma playing payback...I guess.