When I was a little kid, I had an obsession with washrooms. No matter where I went, to the mall, a restaurant, or someones house, I had to check out the washroom. I would say to my parents, I have to go pee, and then take off to the bathroom to explore. We always used to go for dinner at the Swiss Chalet (my most favorite place to eat EVER) and they were my favorite bathrooms. I'd stay in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, until my mom came to find me.
Well, I was reminded tonite of the time that we went to a *new* Swiss Chalet. We'd never been before, and so I asked my dad, about 5 minutes into being there, "Dad, where's the washroom?" He told me, with a straight face, that there wasn't one at this restaurant. I sat there bored, for the rest of the meal. Many years later, my parents told me how they had lied to me. I never trusted them again. ;)