OH wow Matt – In the ’80s, my then husband and I drove from Alabama to California, taking in the sights along the way. We were heading to Monument Valley and I needed to make a pit stop. All there was was red dirt and low brush – I wasn’t going to make the pit stop in that terrain – so we headed to the nearest small town, which was Bluff, Utah. As my husband was topping of the gas tank, I went in to ask to use the restroom. They hem-hawed around and finally said, “yes” if I would make a purchase. Well, being from the South and not used to such treatment, and I really had to “GO” – I bought an ice cream, dropped it into the trash can and then went and used their rest room. I was incensed! But much relieved after the potty visit. Of course, once we made it to the Grand Canyon and realized how water had to be brought in on trucks, I understood the WHY of what I considered Bluff’s in-hospitality. This sign sure makes me remember THAT small town in Utah.
That's the idea, at least. I'm walking westward from New York City for nine months or so.
If everything goes according to plan, I'll be in Oregon when the clock runs out.
If nothing goes according to plan, maybe I'll end up in Peru or Mongolia or Pennsylvania.
You can read all about the details of my trip
if you're so inclined.
why don’t they just put out a lock box for donations?
There’s always a good reason for ice cream.
At least they asked nicely, and, I’m guessing, let you use the restroom even if no purchase was made.
“And a good reason to buy some ice cream..and ex-lax”
Hmmm and for the lactose intolerent….buy ice cream and stay awhile, we can help you there too.
Most polite Request I have seen ever. And yes, like Karen said, they probably would have let you go anyhow.
Some states require that if you have a bathroom for your employees that it must be open to the public.
OH wow Matt – In the ’80s, my then husband and I drove from Alabama to California, taking in the sights along the way. We were heading to Monument Valley and I needed to make a pit stop. All there was was red dirt and low brush – I wasn’t going to make the pit stop in that terrain – so we headed to the nearest small town, which was Bluff, Utah. As my husband was topping of the gas tank, I went in to ask to use the restroom. They hem-hawed around and finally said, “yes” if I would make a purchase. Well, being from the South and not used to such treatment, and I really had to “GO” – I bought an ice cream, dropped it into the trash can and then went and used their rest room. I was incensed! But much relieved after the potty visit. Of course, once we made it to the Grand Canyon and realized how water had to be brought in on trucks, I understood the WHY of what I considered Bluff’s in-hospitality. This sign sure makes me remember THAT small town in Utah.