OT The Old Gas Station

The Old Gas Station
Author Unknown

The service station trade was slow.
The owner sat around,
With sharpened knife and cedar stick.
Piled shavings on the ground.

No modern facilities had they,
The log across the rill
Led to a shack, marked His and Hers
That sat against the hill.

"Where is the ladies restroom, sir?"
The owner leaning back,
Said not a word but whittled on,
And nodded toward the shack.


With quickened step she entered there
But only stayed a minute,
Until she screamed, just like a snake
Or spider might be in it.

With startled look and beet red face
She bounded through the door,
And headed quickly for the car.
Just like three gals before.

She tripped and fell -- got up,
and then In obvious disgust,
Ran to the car, stepped on the gas,
And faded in the dust.

Of course we all desired to know
What made the gals all do
The things they did, and then we found
The whittling owner knew.

A speaking system he'd devised
To make the thing complete,
He tied a speaker on the wall
Beneath the toilet seat.


He'd wait until the gals got set
And then the devilish guy,
Would stop his whittling long enough,
To speak into the mike.

And as she sat, a voice below
Struck terror, fright and fear
"Will you please use the other hole,
We're painting under here"

Sounds like the poetic version of an ole Jerry Clower bit.

The good old days, such good memories

Not Jerry Clower, Charlie Douglas. That comes from "Me and Dammit Ray, Long Time Friends".

Never could figure why two holes were needed. So you open the door and see someone already sitting. Do you say move over a little, or leave? That car looks a lot like a 34 chevy I had, in my youth. Stan

smaller hole for children and larger hole for grown ups

Not too sure of who thought it up, but it was one or the other.

My kids take a long time in the bathroom. They really don't understand when I yell threw the door "did you fall in" ?

We had a single sh....well, you know, and our biggest concern were the yellow jackets. :shock:

We did however have our front door facing the south. You don't want the summer's southern winds blowing up the hole. :wink:

Yup, that was the reason.

I grew up with 3 sisters- and one bathroom! Dad and I seldom waited for a vacancy if the need was urgent- just headed for the two holer. Occasionally, both of us at once.

When I was about 12, mom was thinking of projects, and suggested we tear down the "Hoosey". Dad and I just looked at each other, and burst out laughing. Mom apparently didn't realize that it was still being used fairly regularly.