The Old Service station dunny

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The Old Service Station

The service station trade was slow.
The owner sat around,
With sharpened knife and cedar stick.
Piled shavings on the ground.

No modern facilities had they,
The log across the rill
Led to a shack, marked His and Hers
That sat against the hill.

'Where is the ladies restroom, sir?'
The owner leaning back,
Said not a word but whittled on,
And nodded toward the shack.



With quickened step she entered there
But only stayed a minute,
Until she screamed, just like a snake
Or spider might be in it.

With startled look and beet red face
She bounded through the door,
And headed quickly for the car
Just like three gals before.

She tripped and fell -- got up,
And then in obvious disgust,
Ran to the car, stepped on the gas,
And faded in the dust.

Of course we all desired to know
What made the gals all do
The things they did, and then we found
The whittling owner knew.

A speaking system he'd devised
To make the thing complete,
He tied a speaker on the wall
Beneath the toilet seat.



He'd wait until the gals got set and then the devilish guy,
Would stop his whittling long enough, to speak into the mike.
And as she sat, a voice below struck terror, fright and fear
'Will you please use the other hole? We're painting under here'

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Reminds me of the servo we had on Ruthvern St. McLeod from about 1964-72.
It had the old thunder box out in the back paddock.
Things at that place weren't very sophisticated and access to it was either around the building and through the side gate or out the back door and up a rather steep dirt slope to the yard.
Women often asked to use our 'bathroom' and were a tad set back when we told them no 'bathroom', but the toilet's out the back, just around the corner. Most of them didn't bother.
This 'bathroom' was serviced 3 (?) times a week in the wee small hours when there were few poople about.
It was a different life then, and in many ways a lot easier and heaps more fun.

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esp when there was a snake coiled around the pan and a chooks head in the pan.