The boredom of the Mermaid left me walking alone - too many people jamming my airwaves, friends couldn't be found so we all parted ways without ever uniting. After a lot of missed texts and calls, I headed down the boardwalk towards Brighton, off into the streets towards Sheepshead Bay with one last stop at this beauty, Brighton #2 Comfort Station. Barely a line and oh so classy. It's amazing the respect one gives to a bathroom with just a little decoration. If you've ever entered the Comfort Station (dare we call them bathrooms...) near Coney, you know not to touch anything, even the sinks. But with a few flowers, photos and random curtains, women almost treat the bathroom as if someone else might want to use it. From now on, I will head East for Comfort.
