A nice looking, cleanly dressed, older gentleman, wearing rubber boots, walked in to the office this afternoon and asked me “do you have any facilities here?”.
I was busy and kind of distracted and my first thought was: facilities? My mind immediately made a huge jump and started to visualize a multi million dollar marina with a laundry room, a cold beer and wine store, fuel barge, a pub, a small shop where you can buy sweatshirts, bathrooms with showers, that kind of thing.
I proceed to tell him ‘sorry, we don’t have any facilities here, but we have a porta-potty at the other end of the property for anyone who needs it’. He thanks me and walks back outside. I was kind of stunned, because I had expected him to ask me about our moorage, how much it cost, did we have space, etc..
After I took a moment to review our conversation, I realized, that what he was really asking was:
Do you have a Washroom that I can use?
By now, this poor man is hustling his poor old man’s body, while wearing rubber boots, back across the length of the parking lot, where he parked his truck.
He was “gum-booting it”, he was “booking it”, he was “hustling”, he was “making a mile”, he was striding as fast as he could go, he bailed into his truck and fairly flew past the office on his way to our porta-potty which is located 90 seconds away.
I’m so sorry Mr. Nice looking, cleanly dressed, older gentleman, wearing rubber boots. I would have hollered at you, and told you we had a washroom, and that you could use it. But you had business to attend to and time was obviously of the essence.
I truly apologize.