My weekend bathroom adventures
3 May 2010
I’m not a fan of unpredictability. Especially when it comes to my bathrooms.
With my aversion to public bathrooms, I find it totally gross when I walk into a stall and discover there’s NO HOOK FOR MY PURSE. Because, no, I’m not setting it on the germ-infested floor. But … you know … what else do you do?
I originally hung my purse on the lock. I have a Mom Purse (read: big) and I barely caught it before it tumbled to the germy ground. My solution was finally to balance it on top of the toilet paper dispenser. Though watching my stuff shift and slide while I rushed to finish did not make for a relaxing bathroom experience.
Then, a few hours later when I was in need of yet another bathroom, my husband stopped at a gas station. While I get the practicality of using a gas station bathroom, I’m not a fan of the varying states of cleanliness. I joked about running over to the middle school and trading a copy of my book for use of their bathroom, but instead I sucked it up and marched into the bathroom.
In a so-so gas station, someone took the time and energy to stencil flowers on the walls, hang up stuff that I think was supposed to be art, and had even decorated with a few vases.
You just never know. Which I really hate.
With you on the need for a hook. And if you ever make to the Outer Banks of NC, you need to go to a restaurant called Port o’ Call. The whole thing’s awesome, 20s-styled, but the bathrooms are awe-inspiring. Seriously.
Posted by Roseanna White on 3 May 2010