The joys of a public restroom

I really never gave much thought to public restrooms, really tried hard not to think about it, but none-the-less, I had an experience that seemed blog worthy.
So we are traveling home from Salt Lake and thought it would be good to stop at Fillmore for gas. There is a whole other story about Fillmore and "Gas" but that will have to wait. Anyway, I decided to use the bathroom, got there and there was a line, of course, so I decided to wait till we get to a rest stop.
We drive a little more way and find one, a great little rest stop, everything you would desire in one, such as large building with lots of trees for hiding bodies, garbage cans that had such a tiny hole to put trash in, that one could really lose a hand throwing away a drink, um, let see, bad "stalker" lighting, you get the picture.
But alas, the bathrooms where actually not that bad. I go in among the maze of walls and when I get there, no one is there, nice change!
As soon as I thought this, a caravan of women and children come in. Its funny when they think no one is there the conversations that they have. Here is a sample.
Kid: Whew, I made it!
Parent: I told you we would, and see now you don't have to use the bottle.
me: (thinking) poor child, and ewww
Kid: I don't think I want to drink any more, I don't like waiting to pee.
Parent: If you don't drink anymore, you will look like a raisin and then we will have to put you in our cereal
me: I can see this parent looking at her child's future therapy bill.
Parent: Are you done yet, you've been in there a long time
Kid: but Mom, I want to make sure all the pee is gone, I don't want to wait again
Parent: If you have to go really bad, you can always use the bottle, Dad does it all the time.
Me: OK! Time to get out of here!
I didn't know if I should feel sorry for this child or for myself, since I am now scarred for life and will never take a bottle of ANYTHING with me in the car.
Well, it's probably not that bad, but still....ewwwwww