My husband and son went to a store called H Mart. It's a place that sells Asian cuisine. If you've been following me a while, you may recall that it was the place we had our octopus balls adventure. Anyway, nobody speaks English there, and all the signs are written in some kind of Asian language.
During this trip to H Mart, my husband decided that he needed to use the restroom. He went to one of the workers and asked where the restroom was. The worker led him down some aisles, over to the produce section . . . right where the mushrooms were. "Restrooms," he said with a smile on his face.
Bubba cracked up. "Yeah, Daddy. They look a little like what you might find in a restroom. Maybe you should just do your business here!"