My mother taught me many things. Like how to swordfight, hotwire cars and track deer at night using only my sense of taste . . . wait, no. That wasn’t Mom. That was someone else entirely.
She did point out the following irony to me years ago, and she’s absolutely right --
You’re on the road. You need to use a restroom because you’ve been drinking coffee while traveling. You feel obliged to purchase something from wherever you’ve just used their restroom, and oftentimes you get a cup of coffee to go because it’s cheap, you like coffee and it doesn’t matter because you just went to the bathroom.
However many miles later, that cup of coffee you got to go is making you have to go. And you feel like you should buy something, since you just used their toilet.
It’s the snake swallowing it’s tail. A perpetual motion machine of gas station coffee you keep drinking for all the wrong reasons, and keep drinking more of to get rid of the last time you shouldn’t have had more of it.
That is one great advantage of an RV, having a bathroom ten feet away at all times. And a coffee pot.
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