A First Time for Everything

That’s what they say, right? That there’s a first time for everything.

As we drove home early from Myrtle Beach we had to stop at some rest stops to, um, rest. That’s where I saw this sign between the two sinks set into a seriously tiny counter. It was a first for me.

Sign about what to do in the sinkI’m just guessing, but it seems likely that they didn’t put up this sign the first time they found someone bathing in their sink.



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6 Responses to A First Time for Everything

  1. Jim Taylor says:

    People use bathrooms/restrooms/washrooms in ways that that owners/operators could never have imagined. Joan and I were holidaying in the Gaspe Peninsula one summer. In a tent trailer, which, shall we say, lacks certain facilities. So I got up in the morning, more or less with the dawn, and headed to the campground’s bathrooms. Even as I came toward it, I could hear the blowers running on the hand-dryer machines. When I got inside, I discovered that a woman had apparently done her family’s laundry in the sinks, and was now drying each piece, individually, in the blower-machines. She was kind enough to step aside for the people who only had hands to dry; then she went right back to drying shirts, underwear, socks in the blast of hot air.
    Jim T

  2. Tom Watson says:

    Yikes is right. Guess they either had experience, or they’re covering all the bases.

    Reading between the lines, all the places weren’t that…ummm…restful.


    • Isabel Gibson says:

      Tom – Well, it read like the (frustrated) voice of experience to me. Most rest-stop sinks are so small I can’t even imagine how you would wash your hair in them.

  3. Kind of funny and disgusting at the same time.

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