"Saturday night in Toledo, Ohio, is like being nowhere at all ..." - John Denver

Traveling cross country means I got to sample some of our nation's finest public restrooms along the I-80 corridor. Since my daughter and I were on a tight schedule, we're trying to cram as many hours into the first day as possible. I'm starting to fade a bit as we approach Toledo, OH so we pull into the nearest Pilot or Sapp Brothers or something like that to refuel, grab a drink, and stretch the legs. We're not the only ones with this idea because even at this late hour, the place is bumping.
After using the facilities, I walk over to a long row of sinks to wash up before heading back to the van. It's crowded but a couple of the sinks at the end are open. I wave my hand back and forth under the motion sensor to the get the water going while simultaneously pumping the soap dispenser located just to the right of the faucet. Nothing comes out. I lean over to the second one and the same thing happens, three pumps, nothing. I can see soap in the recently vacated third sink, but when I get there nothing happens.
I mutter a curse and look up in the mirror, making eye contact with a man drying his mitts. He motions his head a little to the side and that's when I notice the giant wall mounted soap dispensers at eye level. One of them inches from my head. I smile at him, shrug my shoulders and get busy cleaning.
My daughter and I emerge from the restrooms at the same time, she trying to stifle a hug yawn.
"I'm calling it. Let's stop for the night," I say.
That's how we ended up staying a week last Saturday night in Toledo.
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