While visiting Canada – the friendliest place on Earth (apparently… sorry Disneyland) – I am asked to
visit a ‘popping’ local venue where friendly, fun loving Canadians have gathered to celebrate their Labor
Day weekend to take in the summer ending performance of Sam Roberts. Not Cottage Ending,
Canada has one whole month longer before they close the doors to their secret Muskoka Cottage
luxury getaway.
Pumped, excited and ready to see where the night will take this friendly American. I see a packed
house with patrons having fun with lots of alcohol flowing. Why yes, I will partake in one or more
drinks. Whoa! Too much to drink – for what seems like every female in this venue. I mean ‘washroom’
lines are down the hall. Never can I understand what ladies do to hold up the line, but there’s a line and
I am in it.
Here I am – listening to female chatter as I wait ferociously in this line, away from my friends. Yes,
this gal doesn’t do group restroom visits, I want to get in and get out – the less obstructive the better.
Finally, it’s my turn to visit the stall. NO! Ladies, NO – why do you continue to do this to me. Urine
and wet toilet paper around the seat of the toilet and I can only hope water on the floor. Please don’t
tell me that my newly purchased opened toed shoes have my feet a pinky toe away from touching urine
(cry face). I’m fine that the stall is so very tight, décor is plain, walls old, paint chipping, large spider
webs at the top of the stall, I mean it is cottage country. But, NO, I can’t use the restroom with
yellow urine with wet and dry toilet paper around the toilet seat and pee on the floor.
Ladies, what’s wrong with you? Yuck! That’s all I have to say – no alcohol consumption for me if
this is the environment I need to prepare for while consuming beverages of any kind. Forever haunted
by this line of disappointment.
