Is it me or when it comes to rest area restrooms, it’s better to be a dog? They don’t have to walk into a scary dingy building such as this. No stale, dirty air to breath in. No opening a stall to be surprised with something nasty. No touching those filthy, germ-infested stall locks. Their signs are spelled correctly. And someone else picks up after you!
At this rest area in South Carolina, I think it was better to be Chance. I’m still not used to the whole “rest area” thing when we travel. I’m getting better at it though. The trick is to go in fast, don’t breath deep and don’t look around too much – you never know what you might see or what’s crawling beside you.
