Here's a little welcome to us. Why is it that I always feel like the signs are referring to me?
Great ambient in this place, with a price that you can't beat. Plus the food is delicious. This was a large wall panel right above where we were eating our delicious food.
The restroom certainly wasn't Grand America, with some fixtures that were kind of old, but it was clean. You could tell that it was cleaned, and very well maintained. The restroom was a great one in its rating. You can still be great without being Grand America.
But this restroom had something else too. It spoke to me. Look at the sign below. As I have been more tied to restrooms these past couple years I have noticed an alarming trend. From gas stations, to restaurants, to capital buildings and parks, a class of people are everywhere among us, and they are not washing their hands.
They come from every strata of society, and though of course I can only speak for the men in the restrooms I've visited, there's rarely a time I use the restroom where at least one person doesn't breeze through, drifting in and out without the sound of running water in the sink. (I'd like to imagine ladies are more conscious of the importance of this.) I'm not saying there's anything wrong with them. I'm just saying they don't wash their hands.
As a general, well intentioned message for dissemination among the world with whom we shake hands in greeting, please... Just, please.
