No, that’s not a metaphor.
We live in a nice neighborhood. However, more homeless have begun to invade the area. A few have even taken up living under the nearby bridge like trolls.
No, this isn’t a post about homeless or drug use. This is about toilets.
The toilets at the nearby stores are starting to be locked up, accessible only by top secret code or handshake.
I understand why. Addicts often use the toilets as a safe place to begin their journey, and based on the number of ambulances going by, overdose while on the throne.
And yet, I want access to those thrones without stumbling over a body or huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf while waiting for someone to let me in.
The more posh areas have eluded the potty lock up. It is kind of nice to shop there. Although with my sunburned truck and Goodwill clothes, i don’t exactly fit in.
Which means soon they’ll limit access because of me. I kinda like that idea.
Until next time, stay healthy.
Linda Andrews 