I forgot to mention that on my recent trip to Tennessee, I saw something that made my worst childhood memories seem almost okay. It was a gas station half an hour east of Nashville. I walked into the Men's Room. Every toilet was clogged. The urinals were all broken or otherwise too gross to aoproach. The stall doors were literally hanging on by a bolt or two. Some looked like an animal of prodigious power and size had forced its way out. I was able to hold it.
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