"Okay, let's turn the little shithead back, and see if he learned his lesson," Bruno said, as he, Rick, Rico, Brent, and Alan entered the athletic center early Monday morning.
The janitor was mopping the floor, where the porta-potty had stood.
"Where's the porta-potty?" Rico asked.
"Huh? Oh, Rico, your pop and his boys picked it up after dropping off the new ones. He didn't realize you had brought one over for the swim meet, but he got a call from another job, so he loaded it on his truck. Said it would save him a trip back to the yard," said the janitor chewing gum or chaw.
"Oh, great!" Rico said.
He phoned his father, and got chewed out for not properly checking out the porta-potty for the weekend. Then his father said, "But you lucked out. That big construction job on Central waited until the old porta-potty was overflowing to call for a replacement. I'd've had to drive back to the other side of town, but fortunately, the extra one you took to the school was practically empty, so I dropped it off at the job site. They really should have at least four porta-potties at that site based on the number of workers, but Ol' Man Potter is too cheap to have more than the minimum one required by law."
Rico exchanged pleasantries, then hung up.
"Okay, so where's Chad?" Rick asked.
Rico explained.
"No shittin'?" Bruno asked.
"Oh, lots of shitting. Usually, it's one porta-potty per 25 workmen. If my pa says they need four, there's at least 100 workers, and Chad's their only relief."
Guffawing ensued.
"So how do we get him back?"
"Well, the problem with Mr. Potter is he won't pay for exchange until the porta-potty is full, and the spell we used on Chad is the kind where he never gets full. So barring us breaking into the construction site, Chad's there until the job is done in about 3 months."