On Monday, Memorial Day, the family went out to Grandma and Grandpa Turk’s house. Then we left, for the Mineshaft. I left to check out the bathrooms before our food came, but I really didn’t go to the bathroom. I have to go in 2 minutes, so I’m not going to get into it, but this bathroom has a rating of:
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Only a day ago, Saturday, I visited the ‘authentic’ Dairy Queen. That’s what adults say. In adult language, authentic means old, smelly, and dirty. Also filled with old people. To my sister, old people are a bad thing. They aren’t necessarily a bad thing, but sometimes they kind of go on too much about ‘Oh, back when I was little…’. So I was disgusted. The bathrooms were:
So. I give this bathroom:
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Welcome to www.bathroomratings.wordpress.com! I rate bathrooms. Almost anywhere I go, I have to check out the restrooms. It started when I was 10. I went into the bathroom of a restaurant. It was disgusting. So I said to the rest of the family when I got back, “That bathroom has a rating of 1 star!”. Ever since then, I’ve been obsessive about walking into a store’s bathroom and rating it. Check it out.
