Yesterday I went to some no-name lakes with my kayak. In the boondocks. Wineries and orchards. Oh and spectacular mansions.
I was driving along happy, sipping hot strong coffee, eating granola. I was 20 minutes early from the meetup. So I topped off my gasoline. GRUMMMMPHYTTHHH! Goes my internals. Oh o. Code red! I go to look for the room.
“Closed due to COVID”.
Oh oh x 2. I jump back in the truck and backtrack way back. Closed closed, you wish, in your dreams.
I got to a mini mart. The lady sees me heading back and screams. “The toilets are not open to the public”. She looks at my face. I don’t know what I look like, but she silently waves the key at me. As soon as I finish fumbling with the keys, my friend texts me, “I’m here”
Haha. Come on! With hand washing, a bathroom can’t spread the virus can it? At that moment I didn’t give an eff. Saved me from soiling someone’s orchard.
Totally worth it.
