There's a port-a potty up the street at the park that you can almost see from my house, but when I suggest that they take their abultions there, I usually get the stink eye (pun intended). BTW - it happened yesterday again; asked by a stubbly-chinned portly middle-aged man. There's always a least one that asks when I'm having a sale. Some people have pulled up in front, gotton out and run up to me with an empty styrofoam beverage cup and asked if I'd dispose of it for them. What nerve some people.
A few times this weekend some women have stoppped and asked to see the fabric scraps for crafting that I had advertised, but when they see a huge box of unsorted cloth, they lose interest. What do they think - that I'll have it all out and folded in piles? How lazy can you get that it's too much trouble to look through a box of cloth scraps? I just don't have room to do that.