As I stood in line, outside a bathroom at a restaurant in a nearby coastal town, I was surrounded by the clamor of young girls, accompanied by two mothers.
Then a man walked up. “Is the men’s bathroom available?” he asked.
He jiggled the door and found it empty. “You can shift some of these girls in here,” he said, and I realized he was the father of one or two.
“Don’t touch anything,” said the mothe…
