Those of you who have been reading for awhile know that when my stepfather passed away I took up his quest for the perfect piece of pie. Everyone needs a mission in life and some are more mundane that others. Most people would choose something more ambitious such as ending hunger or discovering dark matter, but those quite as delicious as sampling pie.
I also keep track of silly stuff, jotting down notes when I travel and keeping a mental record of such things as the cleanliness of bathrooms. Suzanne over at Chickens in the Road has been hunting down and photographing outhouses, which is what got me to thinking about bathrooms.
The Farmer and I have been lucky enough to have stayed in some pretty wonderful digs, such as a five-star hotel overlooking Millenium Park in Chicago. The bathroom was decorated in a style which I'll call urban chic with fluffly bathrobes and live orchids. I remember thinking, "I bet this is what Oprah's bathroom looks like."
The bathroom in our little thatched roof casita in Belize had water delivered by plastic pipes half buried under the sand.
Here are the best and the worst bathrooms ever, and an explanation as to why they earned the ratings:
BEST PUBLIC BATHROOM -
Just off I-55 in Litchfield, Illinois.
It's been a couple of years since we stopped at a gas station that also housed a Jack-in-the-Box restaurant. The bathroom was absolutely spotless. I've never seen anything like it. When I met the Farmer at the cashier where he was paying for our gas and a couple of Cokes I told the woman, "That's they cleanest bathroom I've ever seen."
"Thanks", she said. "I'm responsible for cleaning it."
I complimented her profusely. Here's a woman who was given the uneviable task of keeping a public bathroom clean and she took that responsibility seriously. It was not beneath her, nor did she take the attitude that they weren't paying her enough to clean that room. She was a terrific employee.
WORST PUBLIC BATHROOM ..... EVER
Our tour bus pulled up to the visitor's center at Mayan temple complex at Tikal in Guatemala. This place is one of the wonders of the world and we stepped off the bus a short distance from the very modern looking visitor's center. As we walked across the parking lot it became apparent that everything was not as it appeared from a distance. The day the construction workers pulled away was the last day anyone had laid a hand on the building. It was obvious that no effort had been made to maintain or clean anything. The bathroom was a fright. I would have rather used an outhouse or simply ducked behind a bush out in the jungle. What made things a thousand times worse is that these bathrooms were located just behind the "restaurant". It's no wonder the open air restaurant was empty. Not a soul would dare eat in such a place. People come from all over the globe to visit this place and they can't find a bucket and some soap. Shameful.
I can't be alone in my silly habit of keeping track of "stuff". What do you keep track of?