11. Marry Me, Baby.

There’s a red porta-potty in Southeast Portland that, for a long time, had a message spray-painted across its hard-plastic surface: “Marry Me Baby.” 

Every time I drove by, it made me laugh. Sometimes I’d picture a girl walking up to it, reading the message, knowing it was intended for her, shrugging, saying “why not” and walking in.

The other day, I noti…