April 2022 by Patty V.
I don't know what else I can say other than they will let you use their bathroom even if you're not paying for gas or a trucker shower. Wait, you may not understand the severity of my plight. It was the first of April, and I had just had eaten my usual pound and a half of pierogis for 2nd lunch. Not just any pierogis, but pierogis filled with my husband's babcia's gourmet kapusta. My insides were screaming and my Torrid mom jeans were about to burst. I was driving down the Route 64 with my van shaking from the sheer ferocity of gale force flatulence. Then I saw the Pilot station, with its friendly semi truck wash and soothing red lights. It was a truck stop, which means it probably had those industrial sized toilets. Ordinary toilets won't cut it for a woman of my healthy size. Trust me, there's nothing more embarrassing than having the fire department bring in the ladder truck to extricate you from an American Standard. I didn't even bother turning the van off, just waddled into the Pilot station with the van still running. He didn't even say a word, just pointed to the bathrooms and made the sign of the cross. I glided across the floor like a hippo ballerina, and within seconds I was seated on the industrial sized cold porcelain. Now I'm not going to say how this story ended, but bless the Pilot Station janitors, they're doing God's work. Through tears and sweat, and I mean A LOT of sweat, I had made it. I am eternally grateful for Pilot. They are my Guardian Bowel Angels. And I didn't even buy a single item, how crazy nice is that? Too bad I can't give six stars
