Every time we go home to see my parents, we have a half-way stopping point along the way at a Sheetz.  Or at least my bladder does.

We always choose this Sheetz because of

1. It’s location – right off of the interstate.
2. It’s bathrooms are always clean.
3. It’s halfway home!
4. They have a lot of fuel pumps.
5. You can get anything under the sun there.  Liv bought ear buds for $5.99 last time when her’s broke.
6. It’s halfway home!

The only complaint I have about this sheetz is their women’s bathroom.  It has two stalls.  Seriously.  I asked Denton and the men’s room has two stalls and multiple urinals.  What the what people!  Anyway, there’s ALWAYS a line.  It’s clean though.

So, Liv and I are standing in line, waiting patiently for our turn.  And this little old lady who had already been in one of the stalls comes back into the bathroom and marches up to one of the stalls.  She says “Excuse me! Hello, is my sandwich in there with you?”  All sound in the bathroom stops.  So she says it again, louder.  The toilet flushes and a lady comes out with a sandwich and hands it to the elderly lady, who thanks her profusely.

Now, I don’t care how clean their bathrooms are, I am not going to take my lunch in there and LAY IT DOWN on any of those surfaces.  And then forget about it, and then at least seven more people used that stall before she remembered it.  ARGHHH.  The horror.

Liv’s opinion was – at least it was still in its wrapper.  Gross.

By the way, Sheetz has no idea who I am or that I make a pit stop at one of their stores on my way home!