Every summer, I host small celebrations in my backyard.
My buddy Max and I have a crucial pavilion that seats 30 people and a smoker grill that is crucial enough to cook an entire pig.
Max and I put fifty chickens on it one year, and there was still room for a crucial box of juicy dogs. Max and I always rented a couple of portable restrooms so people had some locale to go pee or use the bathroom, separate from them coming in our house. This past summer, Max and I hosted six bizarre parties, and everyone had a wonderful time. At the end of the season, the portable restroom rental corporation came out and detached their portable restrooms. Max and I put in our new order for the following year, when he took them back. Max and I were talking to the gentleman, and he told us he didn’t have all six portable restrooms for rent this summer. He already had most of them rented out, but he had a few portable shower containers. They would be wonderful if Max and I were hosting an overnight event. He told me the portable shower containers also had toilets in them. Since Max and I didn’t have water for the shower area, it would be no concern to block them off. I didn’t know if I had room for portable shower containers and told him thank you, but no thank you. He mentioned another local corporation that also had portable restrooms. He didn’t even know if they had six of them, but he had four and if Max and I could get two from them for the entire summer, my buddy and I would still have the full six portable restrooms.