Cleaning up after men...NOT

Oh well, after all these years I'm finding myself in a position where I intentionally have to clean up after men... grrrr. In the very narrow sense, not the broader position that all womyn find ourselves in, having to clean up the mess that men have made on this earth.

Roy's brother James (and they really are blood brothers...) takes me to one of the modern bathrooms that house a womyn's room with 2 toilets and a shower; a men's room with a urinal, toilet, & shower; and a single room for either with a single toilet and shower - all handicap accessible.

He shows me the steps for cleaning the bathrooms: beginning with checking for toilet paper, spraying down sinks & toilets & scrubbing; sweeping the floors & mopping.

I offer to trade with him: I'll do all the womyn's rooms, he can do the men's rooms. He mumbles something like oh, the womyn's rooms as worse then the men's rooms. When I ask, how is that? He mumbles, reddening even more, because of all the 'things' women have.

I say ok-doke - let's trade then! But he refuses! He knows...

Fortunately, these are rv camping spaces so must of the campers (the few that there are) have their own 'facilities'. Each camp site has electricity, water, and sewer - all for $22 a nite; or $14 if you're a senior and have a Golden Age Pass, which most campers appear to be seniors!

So I'm a trained, bona fide, camp host! And I'm paying my dues here in Alabama!