Road trips are life's big way of giving you real life experiences to laugh about.
A few years ago I took a road trip with my then "friend" to visit his folks in California. For some reason I had to stop at almost every restroom advertised on the side of the road. As a female, I'm not okay without just pulling over and letting it out....it's dangerous.
We had been driving a little bit over three hours and I felt nature calling. It was pure luck that there was a gas station advertised on the side of the road. After a long drive into the middle of nowhere, (literally it was just desert looking with cliffs and only two or three buildings within eyesight), we stopped at this super sketch looking bar/sandwich shop combo. The building was a bar on one half and on the second half there was a sandwich shop and right in the middle sat the restrooms.
I pulled over ninja quick (it was one of those stops) and I run to the bathrooms....only to see something like this.
The dog lazily turns his head to me and his dark eyes seem to warn me about the horrors ahead of me. Would I make it out alive? Would this pee break end in a different kind of break?
The odds don't look good. The seats all had some questionable liquid/solid stuck to it. The walls stained with curse words/gang scrawl along with more delightfully colored liquids.
I don't want to use it. I would almost rather stop and pee on my feet, but there wasn't even time to find an isolated spot to pee. I had to go and it definitely couldn't wait.
I performed the perfect ten squat low to the seat without touching (thanks to all that running I do) and the world's fastest pee ever performed. There was a high probability that it was the only bathroom in town for men AND women.
I'm pretty sure this was a restroom that people have been murdered in. With some difficulty (weaseling the faucet on/off with my feet), I washed my hands and walked out/maybe ran out.
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