There were rows of portable restrooms.
My husband took me to a concert to see my favorite band for my birthday.
The first thing I saw as we came over the hill to the venue were rows of portable restrooms.
I couldn’t believe they would need over twenty portable restrooms. They stood in line like a bunch of wooden soldiers. I knew the band was popular, but we lived in a small community. Where were they going to get so many people from that they would need such a large venue and so many portable restrooms? My husband thought I was being silly and told me people came from all around the area when they had popular bands. I had never been to a concert, and I was excited, but him laughing at me took away some of the fun. He had never laughed at me for anything. He knew I came from a rural area and we had few amenities like venues and big bands. I quit smiling and told him that if he thought I was so funny and backward; I didn’t want to go to the concert. I wanted him to take me home, and he could take someone who was more sophisticated. When he just looked at me, I shrugged and looked out the window. Before we went back home, I wanted him to pull up to the portable restrooms so I could go to the bathroom. He told me he wasn’t going back home, and he didn’t think I was backward. He was looking forward to the concert as much as I was, and he wanted to enjoy it with me.