I once saw a very curious thing in a gas station toilet.
While driving across America one time I began to realize that nature would soon be calling and so rather than spend a few uncomfortable miles squirming in my car seat and always mindful of my most wonderful prostate I thought it better to head things off at the pass and find a suitable "loo".
I was coming up on the exit for Davison, Michigan and so swung off the freeway and pulled into the nearest gas station. It turns out that this particular location had my least favourite of all toilets, an outside one, around back, with a key attached to a piece of wood.
Now gas station toilets are not particularly pleasant places to spend time especially if it’s the outside kind that requires a key attached to a piece of wood but I gingerly inserted the key and opened the heavy metal door trying all the while to not touch anything with my bare skin. I tucked the piece of wood under my arm and began the necessary.
As I was standing there Idly looking around I saw a curious thing. In the center of one of the grubby, filth stained walls was a plastic sign that read “No Smoking” Not very interesting in itself but it was the lower half of the sign that caught my attention. It had, what I presume to be, the same wording “no smoking” but written in Braille.
Now that’s interesting I thought because the only blind person who would know that was there was one who had decided to feel all over the toilet walls hoping, on the off chance, that there might be something to read.
And I’m not sure there are many blind people who would want to do that.
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