Tiny Port-o-Potty

I'm walking down a road somewhere in my town (I recognized several landmarks - I think it was by my old middle school) on my way to a festival that had something to do with books. It was a seriously nerdy-sounding festival.

I don't know if I stopped on the way there or if I was there when this happened, but there was a port-o-potty that I was standing in line for. My first hour teacher was there supervising the line. It was my turn to use the port-o-potty, but when I got in I discovered that it was tiny.

The port-o-potty was literally half the height of a normal one, if not smaller. There was almost no room for me and my feet kind of stuck out of the door. Also, to make things more uncomfortable, my teacher told everyone they had to be completely silent while they were in line, so everyone could hear me peeing. I really hate that.

When I walked out of the port-o-potty, I saw my friend Jimmy was next in line and warned him that since he's several inches taller than me, it was very unlikely that he would fit into the awkwardly tiny port-o-potty at all.