There were stalls 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 locale were rows of portable restrooms… I could not think 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, however where were they going to get so numerous people from that they would need such a immense locale plus so numerous portable restrooms? My husband thought I was being crazy plus told me people came from all around the area when they had popular bands. I had never been to a concert, plus I was excited, but him laughing at me took away some of the fun, and he had never laughed at me for anything. He knew I came from a rural area plus we had few amenities like locales plus large bands. I quit smiling plus told him that if he thought I was so funny plus backward; I didn’t want to go to the concert. I wanted him to take me home, plus he could take someone who was more sophisticated. When he just looked at me, I shrugged plus looked out the window, before we made the choice to go 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, plus he didn’t think I was backward. He was looking forward to the concert as much as I was, plus he wanted to cherish it with me.