I remember landing at the Cross City, FL airport on my way back to Orlando, I was under "distress in the lower tract" as they used to say about Doan's Pills. That place was more dead than...guess I won't go there. All kinds of derelict planes sitting around basking in the Fla. sun, only saw two cars...one in front of a promising shack with a porch in front. I taxied over and got out, asked if they had BR facilities. No answer, just hooked his thumb inside so off I go...not expecting the Taj Mahal and wasn't disappointed. As I parked myself, I swore I'd never again eat biscuits 'n gravy before a high altitude flight...takes too long to get down and also seemed to be a good source of gaseous emissions at altitude. As I'm sitting there I became aware of rather loud buzzing, not knowing what it was I hurried the mission and upon standing up I saw a huge hornets nest no more than 6" from the hole in the floor next to the ceramic throne. About that time I heard a female voice yell, warning me to not flush the commode....it irritates the hornets. I didn't!
All this reminds me of an old joke about a great hunter doing his business in the woods. He was in the dentist's chair about to have a tooth pulled and told the dr. not to administer novocaine. The dr. warned it was going to be painful but the hunter said it's not the most painful thing he's ever experienced and commenced to tell of a time he relieved himself in the woods. It landed on a hiddne bear trap, causing it to slam shut on his manhood and associated equipment. The dr. squirmed, saying that must have been the most painful thing ever. The hunter said "no, it was when I came to the end of the chain!"
