Ok, I don't ant to hijack the thread but I've got to tell one more. So, I was living back settlement too, you know, and getting pretty used to being the only guy around. So, I need an outhouse but didn't quite have enough lumber to complete it, so I figure, "Heck, a seat's all I really need anyway." Right?
So I'm sitting on this outseat and I hear a rustle coming up through the woods. It's the telephone repair man. Here I am with my pants around my ankles and he walks right up to me and starts talking about the phone line. He's talking for like 30-40 seconds or something and I'm thinking, "Well, if he's not freaking out, I won't." when he finally realizes what's actually happening and screams out, "Are you taking a ****?!" After my obvious reply he spins on his heels, takes 5 steps away, stops, shrugs his shoulders, spins on his heels again, and walks right back up in front of me, asks me if I need any paper, and proceeds to finish his story.