Tully's Restroom »
I work on my laptop at Tully's in the morning. My time is typically more worthwhile there than in the office or at home, but is that any surprise? However, there are some things about the establishment that do not sit well with me and the most glaring is their bathroom.
As you well know Tully's is a coffee shop and yet the restroom has only two stalls, no urinals or even a trough (the latter is not something I would prefer, stalls would still be better). This is a place where people generally come to drink delicious diuretic drinks and therefore, if your pipes are running normally, a place to pee. Using toilets probably wouldn't be a problem if one had enough space for a hippo (baby changing station) and the other a stick figure.
When I enter with my backpack I have little choice but to utilize the handi-cap stall, otherwise I have to either leave my bag outside on the floor (ew), risk getting stuck turning around, or just leave the door hanging open. Thus if I can, I choose an area which offers more mobility and normally all is well. That is until this morning when, you see, I realized too late that my favorite paper neighbor was suspiciously absent. No tissue, no roll, no place for a roll. It looked like it had been ripped clean off the wall by lasers, presumably cyborgs angry at their inability to enjoy #2 after sipping expensive bean beverages.
Ah, quite a pickle I assure you. The next stall being much to far away to reach without making an epic journey, and both facing the exit conveniently to shame me should someone be opening the door if I tried.
There I spent a handful of minutes on my throne deliberating as to what to do while secretly hoping someone would enter in the meantime. With no such luck and time running out and waggled off the seat of glory and, hoping my shirt would cover my dirty bits well enough, shambled quickly to the other stall to steal its cotton treasure.
Ninja's do not move this fast my friends.
I was too late to catch my bus, but at least my butt was clean.
