There are few things that I love more than standing in line for the bathroom with exactly one toilet, in a Nevada gas station (said sopping with sarcasm):
The busload of tourists that got there before me.
The woman in front of me trying to look through me to watch her friend lose at the obligatory slot machines in the gas station.
The couple behind me go at it, like there isn't a trashy casino across the street with slightly less disgusting rooms than the gas station bathroom.
The bathroom smelling (and looking) like it hasn't been cleaned in weeks.
Oh the joys of travel. . .