During yesterday's group ride we stopped at a bike shop that also has a little restaurant inside of it. I got a delicious turkey sandwich and WoJSTL got an even more delicious flatbread pizza. I finished my sandwich, but WoJSTL couldn't finish her pizza. No way to get it home so I decided the right thing to do was to also finish it. About five miles from the end of the ride, my stomach said, "bad choice". Fortunately, a half a mile later there was a park with a nice bathroom. WoJSTL wouldn't have appreciated it, trusted or untrusted, being right behind me on the tandem.