The board game “Dread Pirate” and the rusty razor blade that fell out of the shrink wrapped box after we opened it tonight. The maker, Front Porch Classics, is out of business. Can’t imagine why…
And sometimes the interwebs give you something like this to make up for it:
In order to actually stay awake on my drive today (as with any drive to or from Maryland) I loaded up with massive amounts of coffee and soda. And laws of nature then dictated that I’d have to piss like nobody’s business at least once during my six hours sojourn. Wouldn’t you know, the only gas station I found when it came time to exit the roadways afforded me a 7 Eleven.
With no public restroom.
Now what exactly is the point of this? I can understand that it must be annoying to have people popping in to pee without making any purchases, but how many people are we really talking about here? I know that if I have a real choice, I’m not going to stop into ANY gas station to use the restroom, so at least from my end, these are only acts of desperation. Plus, clearly there is SOME sort of bathroom facility because I highly doubt the employees are holding it all day. AND, it’s not exactly like I’m going to be defiling the classiness of the freaking 7 Eleven.
Back into the car I went, totally enraged (and not just in the bladder-department,) now in search of ANY place to relieve myself.
And that’s how I used the restroom in the Lifestyles Fitness and Wellness center – a private gym somewhere off of I-695W. I give it five stars.