On the way home from Yellowstone, we stopped at a gas station in Wallace, Idaho, which is famous for burning down in 1910. I think there may have been some sort of population bottleneck that resulted in a lot of six-fingered citizens. Case in point:
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| Does it clog so often they just installed a spare toilet? I'm confused. |
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This was a single bathroom - the outside door had a lock and there was no sign of any stall separation ever existing. I felt like Goldilocks - which one should I use? If we're really being critical here, I'd have to suggest that they install a third toilet of intermediate size right in the middle. That way if you start to clog one, which is apparently a likely scenario there, you can just slide on over to the next seat. No worries. No mess.
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| This one is too tall. That one is too short. A medium sized one would be just right. |
Or maybe this is the public bathroom of teenage girls' dreams. Not only can you visit the bathroom together, but you can hold hands and giggle the entire time.
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