On the naming of things

If you are offended by, grossed out by, or in any other way turned off by potty talk, then I recommend you read no further.

However for those made of stronger stuff, I offer this.

As many of you know, we have a little cottage on Whidbey Island - see here for a tame blog post (with no mention of potties). It was built over the last 6 months and is ready… or nearly ready for us. Only problem is – we can’t use the toilets. Oh yes the toilets are brand new, in place, work just fine and yes our septic system is in place. However our septic contractor – the one who holds the coveted programming code in the palm of his hand – can’t seem to schedule us in for an inspection. Problem is we already paid him. Yes, I know, fatal mistake. But he required it to start work and he is the only one around with the licensing for our very elaborate, specialized, expensive system (so the water is pure enough to flow directly into the wetlands). He is a monopoly on the island and holds not only that little code, but our bowels in the palm of his hand.

Now a portable toilet is kind-of okay for awhile, but gets (and smells) old very fast. Not to mention the bright blue box in front of the house – a very welcoming gesture don’t you think?

But there is a bit of humor to that bright blue can. The name. Now you have your Sani-Cans, Porta Potties, Honey Buckets (how disgusting) – but none of their founding fathers had the vision (or enough beers) to evoke a laugh out of everyone who, after holding it for as long as possible, finally squinches up their nose, approaches the big blue box and enters the ‘Wizard of Ooze’. Yep. ‘Wizard of Ooze’. After a trip into the big blue box, there is more reason than one why people walk away with a big smile.

Hopefully the septic god will bless us with his appearance before Christmas, or I’ll be forced to put up a string of lights on the Wizard. In the meantime please keep your fingers (and legs) crossed for us that he will show up soon.


P.S. Sorry I didn’t include any photos this time – but thought perhaps there are times for photos and well… times not for photos.