Alehouse restroom. Flashing back to the hospital gift shop in 2004, all those old-lady volunteers.
Which is not to say the old-lady volunteers were in the alehouse restroom with me—nothing so scandalous.
No, one of them was named Stella. And every time I saw her, I’d do the “Streetcar” bit. And she’d smile tolerantly and encourage me to return to the cash-register lesson. ;-)