On a whim, we decided to go to Amarillo and surprise my mom who was visiting my Granny and aunt. Our first stop was in Clayton, NM. I pulled up to this gas station, pulled the handle to open the door and heard a snap-ish sound; I looked around and didn't see anything on the ground, and assumed everything was okay. Just as I was about to get out of the car, I noticed the sign indicating that the bathrooms were around back...outside. Now I may be a mother of two and talented at many things, but bathrooms that require keys and walking around the building (when it's cold outside) are not in my repertoire, so I buckled Davis back into his seat, shut my door and went to the next station. To my delight, I saw a Love's!
All my experiences with Love's have been good, they always have fairly clean bathrooms (that are inside!) and changing tables for babies. I pulled up to the pump, pulled the handle on my door and nothing happened. That snap-ish sound earlier was my handle breaking. So I climbed over to the passenger side got out, pumped the gas, then got the boys out. (Survival tip: get an umbrella stroller; since Ronin doesn't walk, it's nearly impossible for me to make a bathroom trip while holding him, the stroller makes it easy for all of us to go to the bathroom) I get into the bathroom...no changing tables. I've stopped in Clayton several other times and I now know that there is not a single place there that has a changing table! What to do? Improvise. I sat on the floor with my legs spread out in front of me, laid Ronin on my legs and changed him while Davis played with the stroller.
By the time we got to Amarillo I had climbed over to the passenger side door at least four times or more. I was telling my mom and everyone else about my door and she says to me, "Oh well, at least you can roll your window down and open it from the outside."
"Yes, yes, I can do that." Though I was saying this, I was realizing it, because I hadn't thought to do this at all!