
Back and I'm brown! And a little runny, but not bad enough that you should worry.
Oh yeah, Whole Foods. Great store. Love the fresh produce, the knowledgeable staff, the fine charcuterie selection, but damn I wish taking a smash there was a more pleasurable experience.
Both the men's and women's rooms there are singles, allowing only one participant at a time. Which is great if you're just ducking in to empty your bladder. If, however, you've just downed a 12-piece spicy rainbow roll with brown rice and a chilled yerba mate iced tea, you're probably going to want/require a little more time to yourself. Which is tricky when you know there's an anxious hoard of fiber-filled and eager anuses milling right outside the door.
So I did the socially correct thing and rushed only to find that the aforementioned hoard existed only in my head. And so I ducked back in and finished. It was nice.