Restroom

This restroom didn’t just meet my needs; it healed a part of me I didn’t know was broken. I never thought I’d be writing a love letter to a public restroom, but here we are. For years, my travels have been marred by restrooms that tested not just my bladder but my very will to live. Dim lighting that made me feel like I was in a horror movie, toilet paper so thin I’d accidentally finger my butt as I wiped, and air so stagnant I considered investing in scuba gear. Then I walked into this restroom. Clean floors. Bright lighting. Actual 2-ply toilet paper. The door is kept open, which means—brace yourself—it doesn’t smell bad. My therapist will be thrilled to hear I no longer wake up at night reliving the scent of gas station bathrooms. And the sink? Not only did it have water pressure, but

Bathroom was clean enough, didn’t stink, had soap and paper towels. 5/5, would pee again.

Omg. This restroom was FILTHY no offense but like i had to go to the bathroom and i do not feel better at ALL. there was ‘splatter’ all over the ground, and seat. The best part, you cant just go out and go to the other one, because it requires a token. Do yourself a favor and use somewhere else.

One public bathroom around a whole block full of restaurants and food trucks. But glad it’s there. Mens are pretty clean.

There's a public bathroom! Hallelujah!