I took up biking and gave it up all in a single day. I mean biking 15 miles to work one-way, what was I thinking? How do those middle aged guys do that without having to stop every 15 minutes at a bathroom along the road?
Everything was going so well until 20 minutes into my ride. It hit me. I had to go really bad. There wasn’t any place in sight along the local county highway, at least no where I wanted to stop. I’ve dealt with poison ivy; no way I’m going in the woods.
50 minutes into the ride I couldn’t take it anymore. 2.2 more miles of biking was going to be 2.2 more miles of pure agony.
So I stopped.
I stopped at John’s Backyard Tavern.
I asked for the key, not yet hopping back and forth between each foot.
I turned the key in the door.
And the sight, OH MY GOD! EWW EWW EWW!
2.2 miles nothing, I was going to make it back to the office. And when I did, damnit, someone had urinated in the bathroom again, but I didn’t care. I hauled my sweaty (and now tough) biker body into the bathroom and let all the agony out.
But really, this bathroom was so bad, I had to Google it on the internet. And sure enough, I found it, and now I share this atrociousness with you.
Eww Eww Eww
January 16, 2009 at 5:34 am
Seriously Mark. That is nasty. I’m never going to John’s Backyard Tavern.