I wrote three blogs this week. And I’m on vacation, so that should give you an idea of how fired up I am. The first one is a heated mess about how every parent has a breaking point. Every. Single. Parent. And I got to witness one such mother’s in a state campground two weeks ago. A quick high light? She may or may not have been outside, disrobed and shouting at one point. Yep. I AM this mother. The second is a deep and soul searching piece about racial relations and recent events in our country. The third you ask? Public restrooms. This one, without question, is the one I have chosen to deliver first.
GIVEN THE CURRENT CLIMATE, THIS FEELS NECESSARY. You can thank me later.
Dear Public Restrooms,
I have a bone to pick with you. Actually, more like a roll. Or many, many rolls, in fact. You are failing at your job. You exist for two purposes: good hygiene and effective human waste removal...