I am a road trip terror. I was blessed with a bladder the size of an over hydrated toddler that suffers suffers from anxiety of never being able to find a bathroom before it explodes! This place is a godsend. You do have to go inside and ask for the key which only makes me cringe at the very idea touching one but theirs is the piece of metal that can actually be sanitized and was extremely clean and I have no fear taking it from their hands. The bathroom is outside, which as a girl just basically means you better be ready to squat and pray you don't have to touch anything. There was a line waiting for the bathroom, about 8 people, it moved quick! The bathroom was so clean! Toilet, clean! soap, full! Paper towels, full! Floor, not peed on! Tp, full! Mirror, reflective! Maybe I have lived in Portland way too long but there was not even graffiti.....anywhere, not even outside I am such a geek I popped my head back into the store on our way out, caught the attention of the cashier who assumed the instant body language of a person who was about to be attacked but I attacked him with praise about how giddy I was over a clean gas station bathroom. God I am getting old read more