auntblabby wrote:
I long ago concluded that public restrooms are better than no restrooms at all.
Agree. I remember this road-trip I took to New Orleans with my boyfriend, decades ago, and we were always so desperate to find public bathrooms. There seemed to be a distinct lack of them, because it was a touristy area and so most bathrooms were reserved for "paying customers", and we didn't have any money to go into restaurants or bars. There were also a lot of cops around so it was very hard to just discreetly pee around the corner somewhere (as my boyfriend found out.) We both realized what a great thing plentiful public bathrooms were and how we had taken that for granted before that trip.
All that said, I avoid them when possible. If I can hold it until I get home, even if I'm uncomfortable, then I'll do so. One extreme example was when I was an an all-day outdoor Nicaraguan music festival and the only public bathrooms were porto-potties, which were baking in the hot summer sun and had been used all day long by a huge festival crowd of people committing atrocities in said potties after eating plate-lunches of refried-beans and carnitas and warm beer. I remember that day trying to decide if the shame of peeing my pants was stronger than my aversion to entering one of those potties. In the end I chose peeing my pants, but luckily I made it home before that became a reality.