Alex pondered the advice, wondering if he was being told the truth.
“Now why would there be a bench all around the hole if you weren’t supposed to stand on it?”
Alex shrugged his shoulders, shut the door, stepped on the bench and squatted.
Betty and Hazel howled with laughter when they heard the crash. They were still laughing when a silver Mercedes pulled into the parking lot.
“Best put more grease on the outhouse bench Betty, looks like another city boy just pulled up.”