As a final, private farewell to this place, I thought I'd take a tidy little crap before heading off to the going away happy hour. Well, this place is not one to be reckoned with. As I making those straining sounds (you know what I mean), I heard a flush from the handicapped stall - the one where you never know if someone is in there or not unless they make some noise. How perversely appropriate that my last moments here are marred by yet another breach of poop etiquette.