So, because Boston and surrounding towns are designed to utterly confuse, confound, baffle and frustrate the typical driver of a 15-passenger van who has just spent the last five hours in 90-degree heat with nine children at the zoo and now would like to go home but can’t because SOMEHOW WE’RE IN A ROUNDABOUT AGAIN, we decided that we would just find the first restroom that came along, rather than trying to figure out where we were first.
There was this port-a-potty at a construction site, and we decided to go for it.
Inside was this sign:
It really took the edge off!