Daddies in the women's room and stolen girlhood
There's something vaguely reminiscent of wine-drinking Catholicism about some of these stories. Or is it a case of too much beer like Dylan Mulvaney's she-her-hers label?


A restroom with only one toilet and a locking door does not need to indicate a gender, with all due propriety and respect to travelers of all ages, sexes and conditions who really do need to go urgently. Regardless of stick figures with dresses or separated legs on the door or threats of arbitrary arrest. And there's some really bad coffee being served on the road in bathroom-bill red-light districts like that, too. Drink something hot on the road, coffee (or hot cocoa for the kids) to go that isn't supposed to contain alcohol, and you will pee and pee and pee all day long if you don't suffer permanent kidney damage from whatever beverages are being served in the district.

