When I go to a gas station bathroom, I know what I'm getting myself into and I don't expect much because of it. I'll let pee on the seat, maybe some graffiti, or even a spotty sink, pass without a thought. Actually, if a bathroom is really nice, I wonder if the owners have close ties with the Saudi oil Kings, because that's the only way a gas station bathroom can be beautiful. A good gas station bathroom is entirely forgettable. This one was not.
It was just a tragic restroom. It had a distinct mark of neglect, the kind I see in the eyes of a shelter dog. The graffiti shown was on top of the eurnal, and it made me feel bad about having to pee. The women's bathroom was blocked off, forcing ladies to traverse through the tragically blighted hellhole of the men's room.
Ladies, wait a little bit down the road for another bathroom if you have to go, because the toilet in this bathroom might give you AIDs. read more