Restless

It's called the city that never sleeps, so why would there be a restroom anywhere?

The general unspoken rule is if you have to use a bathroom and you can't see a Starbucks from where you are standing, you are in trouble.
It really is no wonder why New York has such a booming economy. Over the years, it has perpetuated one of its founding principles that patrons must pay to use the toilet. The signs can be seen everywhere, "Bathrooms are for customers only." In some really old-fashioned places, like Coney Island, you actually still have to wait in line and pay a quarter to go through the turnstile and use the facilities.

Once you do find a bathroom, it is a whole other adventure. God forbid you find one that is actually cleaned and maintained as frequently as it is patronized (it's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it). If you happen to find yourself in a situation where no toilet paper is to be found, as I recently did, may God have mercy on your soul. Thankfully, I had brought my trusty bookbag in the bathroom with me, and put to use the pocket pack of facial tissues I happened to have with me at the time. Without those, I don't know what I would have done. Thank goodness I thought ahead...this time.

I'm sure glad I didn't have to resort to alternative methods. That would have been quite unpleasant, I have a feeling. Oh, well, I don't have to think about it any more. Crisis averted.

One of my main goals in being here in New York is to be able to have a relationship, business or otherwise, or some kind of connection, to every local business on every corner and every street in Manhattan. I want to have the freedom to use any restroom in the city, given an emergency. People should not be made to suffer for having to go to the bathroom. It's unjust.