My belly is letting me know it’s time to eat so I’m planning to dine at Cynthia’s after a dreaded but necessary stop at the rest room. Dreading this because I’ve heard the facility is less than squeaky clean.

Came upon the door and it’s padlocked. I guess I’ll respect the “no entry” sign and hope my bladder holds up. But that would mean no drinking. Oh nooooo!!! I decide to find out just where the vendors go when they need to go. A young man approaches me.

“We keep it locked now. I have the key.”

He unlocks the door, walks through to make sure it’s okay for me to enter then hands me a small roll of paper.

“I’ll take care of the flushing when you done.”

It wasn’t bad in there at all. Not at all what I expected. I was able to breath…lol