The More They Remain The Same

Nancy Mace would have a meltdown at this.

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— Art Candee 🍿🥤 (@ArtCandee) May 22, 2025

When I was a kid (this was probably 60 years ago), my family was with my mother’s sister’s family at a pizza place, if I recall. Out of town, on vacation, some place none of us had ever been. And like a kid proud of my independence, I left the table in search of a restroom.

I knew how to read the signs (obviously), but this one confused me. Still, it was unoccupied, which is what mattered, so I used the facilities and returned to the table. Where I asked my father what it meant, and upon my recital he burst into laughter, and then explained the terms I had not, at that ripe and tender age, yet learned.

It was, as I say, a mom ‘n’ pop place, and the sign on the door of the single restroom in the building was handwritten. It read:

Co-ed head

Enter At Your Own Risk 

I would guess this was before Nancy Mace’s parents had even met. How we got this far without her guidance is truly a mystery.