Congratulations train station in Munich! You are no longer the most discussing bathroom I have used in my life!
Now let me just say I am not afraid to poo anywhere.
Explosive disagree in the middle of the forest?
Done it!
Pooped myself while on my morning run a mile from my house and had to call my BFF for a ride home?
Yup!
Used a wag bag some what successfully ten miles up the Mt Whitney Trail?
Yes!
Port a potty’s at Renaissance Faire?
Huzzah! No problem!
But the seven eleven in Calimesa was a new kind of disgusting.
There was a spit bucket for tabacco next to the toilet.
And the bathroom was one part bathroom one part filth and two parts storage shed as I gazed at a rusty two wheeler that sat next to me.
I thought it was the law in Southern California that bathrooms were suppose to have sanitary seat covers?
Even port a potty’s have seat covers these days!
Obviously when I went to flush the toilet the handle fell off in my hand.
Amazingly there was soap and I had to actually rummage around in the storage sheds area to locate paper towels to dry my hands that already felt dirty again.
I was ready to get the hell out of there, and seriously, I have used nicer restrooms in Tijuana.
Amazingly there was soap and I had to actually rummage around in the storage sheds area to locate paper towels to dry my hands that already felt dirty again.
I was ready to get the hell out of there, and seriously, I have used nicer restrooms in Tijuana.