Last week I visited a very pleasant city on the shoreline of Massachusetts that features a very beautiful beach.  And absolutely no bathrooms of any kind.

So I spotted something called a Bath and Tennis club.  I saw the word “private” and I disregarded it.  Because I am that kind of person.  I walked into the back of the Bath and Tennis club and saw a very clean empty bathroom.  No one saw me, no one stopped me.  If I got caught, I would say “I left my membership card at home” and be done with it.  Well, surprisingly no one caught me.

And as is the usual style of this story, I got a photo to prove I was actually there: