Public Restrooms

A few weeks back, I commented on how much nicer public restrooms seem than when I was growing up.

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.