Today I had to drive over the mountains and back for work. When I was younger, these day trips were my normal. My friends and I would drive to Seattle and back to see a movie because the theaters are better there. But now? Yeah. I do not want to be doing this. I mean, it's no problem at all, five hours driving isn't very long. I think it's more psychological maybe?

But anyway...

I had three Coke Zeroes at Bahama Breeze with lunch, so I decided to make a stop once I was over the mountains at a mini mart to use the bathroom and get another Coke Zero and some cookies.

I am please to present a new feature here at Blogography...

I've been in my share of gas station bathrooms and am not scared easily. This one was pretty bad.

I didn't touch a damn thing. I peed, used the bottom of my foot on the handle to flush, then opened my trunk and used half a package of sanitizing wipes. Then wiped down my key fob and iPhone. Good Lord. I had to pee bad or else I would have backed right the fuck out of there. Thank God I can pee standing up!

Still... grateful to have had access to a bathroom.

If, in fact, that was where I was at.