Robo Bathroom, as I call it. In a park in North Hollywood, CA, March 2020.
For several days, I took a train to another stop, then walked about 3 blocks, just to take a dump. Obviously, that's far from an ideal situation. You press a button to go in these, either of two, single person bathrooms. You press another button inside, and the door locks shut. You have ten minutes to do your business, and the bathroom plays soft music while you poop. One day it played an instrumental version of "Unforgettable." Really. That dump was very forgettable. I keep saying, "Bathroom, play Social Distortion," but it never responds. Room for improvement, if the Robo bathroom people are reading this.
When your ten minutes is up, if you're still in there, the Robo Bathroom yells at you sternly to leave. You have about another 1-2 minutes, then a full blown, police-type siren goes off. I'm not kidding. Like who the hell is going to come running to a park bathroom when the the siren alarms? So I just come out, cussing out a building.
Sometimes, if I'm lucky, it's fairly clean inside. Usually the floor is pretty wet with God knows what fluids, and it's marginally nasty, but still better than a Porta-john. Glad it exists, though, for now.
Wide shot of the Robo Bathroom. North Hollywood, CA, March 2020.
When the sun finally came out, I was working on some writing, eating lunch, and social distancing, alone, on this park picnic table. Then I opened a pack of peanut butter crackers, and this guy (or gal?), showed up. Obviously the squirrel didn't get the six foot distance rule.
The aggro squirrel. Relentless in checking my bag for more peanut butter crackers. I didn't feed it, and it WAS NOT happy about that.
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