Non Sequiturs to follow.

IN THE SANITARY UNIT
Pa and Uncle John sat in adjoining compartments. “Might’s well get in a good las’ one,” said Pa. “It’s sure nice. ‘Member how the little fellas was so scairt when they flushed ‘em the first time?”
“I wasn’t so easy myself,” said Uncle John. He pulled his overalls neatly up around his knees. “I’m gettin’ bad,” he said. “I feel sin.”
“You can’t sin none,” said Pa. “You ain’t got no money. Jus’ sit tight. Cos’ you at leas’ two bucks to sin, an’ we ain’t got two bucks amongst us.”
“Yeah! But I’m a-thinkin’ sin.”
“Awright. You can think sin for nothin’.”
“It’s jus’ as bad,” said Uncle John.
“It’s a whole hell of a lot cheaper,” said Pa.
“Don’t you go makin’ light of sin.”
“I ain’t. You jus’ go ahead. You always gets sinful jus’ when hell’s a-poppin’.”
“I know it,” said Uncle John. “Always was that way. I never tol’ half the stuff I done.”
“Well, keep it to yaself.”
“These here nice toilets gets me sinful.”
“Go out in the bushes then. Come on, pull up ya pants an’ le’s get some sleep.” Pa pulled his overall straps in place and snapped the buckle. He flushed the toilet and watched thoughtfully while the water whirled in the bowl.