Taking my Carbon Footprint on the road

We made our annual trek south to SC recently, gas prices be darned.

It was an overcast day as we hit the Delaware border. And I was so glad to see this at a rest stop in New Jersey.

The answer is blowing in the wind

I certainly appreciated being thanked for choosing the only available option. There WERE no paper towels to dry one’s hands with. It was this, or wipe them on your pants. Those desperate for that paper on skin experience, of course, can simply walk back to one of the stalls, gather a mountain of tp, and dry up that way. So much for the carbon footprint.

If the powers that be figure that one out, just think what could be on the horizon.

Hey, there’s always the three shells.

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