No. 11
General Stores: Extinct in any city large enough to host a Wal-Mart, we have been pleased to find that small town general stores are surviving in most every other tiny dot in our atlas. We make it a point to enter the time warp of one of these original everything stores when we need gas, Dr. Pepper, ancient grape jelly or the very best in inquisitive looks. They also generally have the best road signs, like this gem in southeastern Nevada, where we stopped for the "clean bathrooms" advertised on a roadside sandwich board. The bathrooms weren't actually very clean, but you can't beat the views from the deli/post office counter.
Discussion:
The cleanliness of any given public restroom is completely relative, but can generally be defined as a result of the following equation: (Mexico - London) / (Amsterdam's Red-Light district) x (the overall funkiness quotient of the guy who gives you the restroom key).
And the margin of error is +/- Hepatitis A.
The restroom key attached to a (ha ha) toilet seat, or the one attached to a long wooden spoon?
In my efforts to be more like you, I found myself sleeping in my car friday night. Unfortunately, I was parked on belmont and curled up in Mr.'s dog bed. Still, I thought it was pretty cool that I could just crash in my car. Then I woke up at 6 am having to pee real bad. I could have used a restroom. Instead, I drove home wondering why I was parked outside a friend's apatment sleeping in my car when its 20 degrees outside. Don't answer it. Suz
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