This would be the polar opposite of the truck stop style bathroom in this post.
“Nope” I muttered as I walked into the room.
We’d been journeying through Arizona, Utah, and other Southwest States and were currently on our way to Wyoming.
We pulled into a name brand gas company’s gas station in smalltown, Arizona, to fill up and empty out. As we typically try not to use our own RV bathroom when travelling,
I walked through the station, past the little gift shop attached to the station, and into the ladies bathroom.
I made my way to the stall. As I entered, I noted several unidentifiable brown and red coloured substances on the toilet, the handle of the toilet, and on the floor.
Shocked and disgusted, I walked out, and made my way to the RV.
Screw the no-using-the-RV-toilet-while-travelling-rule I thought.
Sometimes it’s the little things.
Like clean bathrooms.
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