Portable Tourism: A New Way to Travel Through NYC
I was finishing a jog in Central Park, when a runner with a French accent sprints my way, shouting, “Please stop! Please Stop!” He wasn’t talking to me but the men next to me carrying the final Royal Flush port-o-potty in a forklift and onto the back of the truck—the final cleanup after a morning race.
Couldn’t he hold it in, or use the bathrooms at the Delacorte Theater, just about a minute’s run from where we were standing at the Reservoir?
But he continued to plead to the baffled workmen, “Open the door!”
And with that, the door opened and his running partner, a woman, walked out of the toilet and off the forklift, apparently quite shocked. As in all things New York, a small audience had already gathered.
Well, at least she didn’t end up at the Royal Flush garage. That would have been a site (and odor) of NYC few tourists experience.