After a delicious carrot leek soup (bright orange, sparkling gold, softened green throughout) at a café sidewalk, I walked through the inside to the restroom. One free handicapped door, one occupied standard restroom. I waited for the standard room. A woman arrived, looked at the handicapped room, told me to use it. I don’t use handicapped facilities, I said. She seemed confused, saying they’re the same. Someone might need it, I said. Seemed simple to me. She said they would just wait, the same as any other occupied situation. I told her she could use it, then. And she did.