It's late morning on a beautiful sunny day. My plan is to find a secluded bench overlooking the water, then knock off a chapter or two of my book before returning to work. Once I reach the shore, however, a familiar grumbling begins to grow low in my stomach. "Oh no. Not again," I think, as I frantically scan the area for the nearest restroom. I spot one not too far from where I have made myself "comfortable" on a concrete bench. I rush over. A hard shove on the door to the women's room seals my fate. Locked. Chained and padlocked. I circle to the other side where the men's room entrance i...
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