Josh and I were discussing the possible bathroom options during our long runs on the Creeper Trail.
Me: “Around the four mile mark there are two Bouse Houses. That’s always an option.”
Josh, staring: “What.”
Me: “I mean, worst case scenario, obviously a Bouse House isn’t preferable…”
Josh: “I don’t understand the words that are coming out of your mouth. Are you speaking another language?
Me: “Which words?!”
Josh: “I seriously don’t understand. Boose Hoose?!”
Me: “A Bouse House? You know, a Porta Potty? A Blue Room? Is ‘Bouse House’ a Northern term? Are you messing with me?”
Josh: “I have never heard the term ‘Bouse House’. Ever.”
Me: “Huh. Maybe it’s a Northern thing. Let me Google it.”
Me: “So. My bad. It’s not even a Northern thing. It’s a SANDWICH thing. It’s totally the name of the Porta Potty company in Sandwich. Ha. I had no idea that wasn’t common slang. I’ve always called them that. I guess it’s not the first time I’ve been speaking my own language.”
You can take the girl off of Cape Cod, but you can’t take the Cape Cod out of the girl.
Anyone else call them that to a non-Cape Codder and be met with puzzlement? Or is this just me?