Country Relief

Nancy (my good friend and fellow teacher) and I were chosen to be the "suffering" attendees for a Math conference in Myrtle Beach on Thursday and Friday. The weather was absolutely gorgeous and made for a relaxing few days for the mind and body. Oh, we learned a few things too:).

On our way back to Greenville, we took an emergency bathroom break on a solitary exit at a gas station surrounded by rolling countryside and open space.

Upon arrival, we couldn't help but notice the pick-up trucks that filled the parking lot and the sign taped to the glass doors which stated: NO DOGS (or other animals) ALLOWED IN THE STORE. Hmm. Has this been a problem in the past? Next we notice that everyone in the gas station is wearing camoflauge something (hat, pants, etc.). We began to feel a little out of place being that we were in a Honda with no animals or camoflauge. Nevertheless, we remained true to our mission.

Into the bathroom. Now please let me encourage you to read further - I promise to use discretion;). Upon first entering, you almost walk into a toilet. There are two other toilets with stalls for privacy if that is what you prefer. Well, Nancy and I wimped out and opted for the enclosed areas.

In surveying my surroundings, I observed a beautiful golden twirly item hanging from the ceiling. As I looked more closely, I saw that many a fly had met its demise in that golden goo. Who knew a fly strip could be so aesthetically pleasing?

Being the sanitary person I am, I then go to wash my hands with ....Dawn? Yes, dish detergent was the soap of choice at this fine establishment - a little drop'll do ya.

Hmmm. A handle for the faucet? Apparently overated because all that was left was a needle sized stick to carefully move up for water and down to turn it back off.

After successfully washing our hands and feeling much relieved, we left that memorable little gas station full of joy and sweet memories.