During a recent trip in an electric car, I stopped to top up at a charging station. Recharging went smoothly — and that’s not always the case in these early, glitchy days. Then I realized I needed to use the restroom.
But there was a problem. The shopping plaza nearby was closed for the night. At 10 p.m., a totally reasonable road-tripping hour in my view, there was nowhere within walking distance to stop in and use a bathroom — much less grab a bag of chips and a coffee. As far as I could tell, the place was a ghost town.
So I hopped over a guardrail, waded into some bushes, and, well, you know the rest. Snacks would have to wait.
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