Heather Hawk

One sunny afternoon, on a typical work day - I say typical because even on drizzly northwest days, the sun emerged or the rain paused when I exited a car to measure a house - I had just completed measuring an open framed house located at the end of a dead-end street in a rural area. The construction workers were not on-site. This was a good opportunity to visit the portable throne out in the front yard.
As I was finishing up, the sounds of a large truck came closer and stopped very close by...
"Oh, I better hurry. Glad they're back, I have questions for the construction workers."
Upon my opening the door, a worker stood with his arm stretched towards the loo's door, and he jumped backwards. Startled, with his mouth agape, he uttered, "I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was in there. I was just going to load the bucket for cleaning."
Whew. Glad I'm fast. So relieved I was, not going to be swimming in a cesspool by end of day. A past snorkeling experience came close enough to that.
And so, I finished my typical day with yet another out-of-the-ordinary and unexpected incident.