One of my great American pastimes is discovering public restrooms. To partake in this venture, you should start by driving on a freeway with a beverage in one hand. The beverage should ideally be not water but something that causes the uncertainty in your bladder to grow. Depending on your social strata and political alignment, this could range from an iced latte to a Monster energy drink. As the disturbance in your bladder starts to slowly amp up it’s time to look for the nearest gas station. Gas stations stay in business because people need to pee and there are no other easy alternatives. Most of the fare in gas stations, the soggy pretzels and thousand-different energy bars, are only present to obscure the fact that you are there to perform a shameful act. The only thing gas stations want you to buy is another energy drink. That way you'll stop to pee in another 50 miles.
Would love to see a Buccees one day, unironically. It's like going to Times Square. Only in the USA.