Mr. Potato Potty

This is one for the "things I've seen that were so strange I just had to tell someone about it" file. During my travels, I have had the occasion to visit quite a few gas station bathrooms. While they gross me out like nothing else, and cause me to ask the question, "Why, WHY do my kids have to touch every surface in there? Can't they just go pee and not touch anything?" Ugh. Gives me the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it, although I have to say that gas station bathrooms are far superior to Port-a-Potties. I mean, being shut up in a tiny, 100+ degree room with other people's feces is enough to make my slight OCD issue a major  OCD issue. Throw in my claustrophobia and the imminent danger of suffocation and you will see why I avoid Port-a-Potties like the plague.
But the other day I saw something I've never seen before. I even had to give it a name: Mr. Potato Potty. Okay, okay, fine. I admit it: my husband came up with the name. But it was only after my fantastic description. And, yes, I freely admit that I should have taken a picture with my cell phone. Dang that "mom brain!" Why didn't I think of that? Oh, yeah, because my kids suck my brain out of my ears in tiny pieces at night. I almost forgot. I promise to do it the next time we stop there and post it right here.
Anyway, we were on the way home from somewhere that required us to pass through Houston (MS, not Texas. Did you really think we drove to Texas with my three kids? What are you, nuts?) So I headed inside to the bathroom, and here's what I found. A toilet assembled from what can best be described as...spare parts. This pristine round toilet featured a non-matching oval seat. Gross, but not such a big deal, right? Although my daughter did learn the age old toilet rule yesterday: an oval seat on a round toilet will pinch the back of your leg if you aren't careful! After the wails of pain and agony coming from the bathroom, I'm pretty sure the whole restaurant thought I was beating her in there. Just waiting on CPS to show up today.
Anyway, my favorite, never-seen-it-before part was the tank. Instead of a tank lid (guess the junkyard didn't have one of those,) someone had carefully placed a white laminate shelf (stolen from a bookcase, perhaps?) And since it stuck out a little on both ends, why not use it to display three lovely plastic plants?
Wow. A spare parts toilet with foliage. Now that's something you don't see every day. Almost made it feel like you were at home. Or not. And since my husband and I had just been discussing things that we had as kids that our kids don't, like Mr. Potato Head, when I described the art project, I mean toilet, he immediately christened it "Mr. Potato Potty." Made me laugh so hard I had to pee. Again.