I had been canvassing in the neighbourhood that day. During a canvass you are essentially dropped off in a neighbourhood, given specific doors to knock and then picked up. Given the area, we ended up walking vast distances as the properties here are larger than other parts of the city. About halfway through I felt tingling in my intestine, and I knew I had a limited amount of time before I would erupt. Being in the middle of a neighbourhood can be quite the sobering experience. Normally I would not hesitate to simply knock on someone’s door and ask to obliterate their washroom. However, given that we are in Covid this seemed inadvisable. For a few moments I thought I would simply have to fight my body and hold it for the next hour and a half, until we turned on to Northshore and I saw the golf and country club.
I informed my other two compatriots of my mission, expressing that I will meet up with them after, but this was not a drill. I cruised over, slightly concerned about whether I would be granted entry, knowing I had no choice but to try. I entered the clubhouse and was delighted that the bathroom was to the left. I strolled in there and had one of the most pleasant bowl movements of the entire campaign. The bathroom itself was immaculate and incandescent. The stall was larger than my microsuite apartment in Vancouver and completely private. The toilet paper was soft, and the toilet had a powerful suction.
As I began my exit, I could not help but notice that they have cloth towels to dry your hands. This is one example of their leadership in sustainability. I then helped myself to fill my water bottle in the sink and was on my way. I caught back up with my fellow canvassers shortly after and we continued our democratic pursuits. Without a doubt the Burlington Golf and Country Club has one of the nicest bathrooms in the entire city.