The Bathroom Bandit of Thailand

June 19, 2019 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Humor, life lessons

This past spring, Sara and I traveled to Thailand for fun. On our sixth day, we stayed in Koh Phi Phi, an island in southern Thailand known for its pristine waters, lots of tourists, and Monkey Beach. Sara and I decided we wanted to snorkel while here, so on our last day we set out.

I used the bathroom before we left our hotel, but on our commute to snorkeling, I realized I needed to go again. I didn’t panic because I figured there would be a restroom at the pickup location. Of course, this was Thailand; American customs like public restrooms are not the norm. However, many tourist ventures catered toward typical Anglo-Saxon luxuries, so why wouldn’t there be a toilet?

After we checked in, I asked the tour leader if they had a bathroom. “No bathroom,” she replied.

In a flash, I envisioned the next six hours: a handful of basic strangers isolated on a tiny boat in the Indian Ocean, my pounding intestines and stricken body, sweating and in misery and not enjoying a singular second. I could not get on that boat without using the bathroom again; there was no hesitation in my resolution. I would rather just not go than be threatened by the future I saw.

Knock Before You Enter

July 05, 2016 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Humor, Life In Your 20's, life lessons

Today, folks, we need to revisit preschool and bathroom etiquette. When we were taught to use the potty, our parents or teachers laid out some basic rules, including close the door, wash your hands, replace the toilet paper on the roll – and knock.

Or did I make that last one up?

Thankfully, the majority of the population has retained the “close the door” rule, and hopefully most people wash their hands. Replacing toilet paper on the roll is an iffier one. I know people that don’t.

But knocking?

From Dermatologist to Urologist

January 06, 2016 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Humor, life lessons, Life In Your 20's

Last year I went to a dermatologist for the first time. This was driven by my dad’s own dermatology visits – he has had pre-cancerous growths removed – and my own distress every time I get a sunburn.

Me: I don’t want to die.

Brunch Review: Max's on Broad

Max's on Broad

January 03, 2016 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Richmond Brunch Review

The story of going to Max’s on Broad (which isn’t on Broad St.; it’s off of Broad) begins with a friend asking if I had been. People assume I’ve been to every brunch place Richmond has to offer since I write for this blog, but, readers, time is finite, and ATOB isn’t a nonprofit, so I have to self-fund these brunch adventures.

So, friend who asked, no, I haven’t been.

My friend then told me I had to go, which is every friend’s inevitable advice about any restaurant they bring up in conversation. “They’re a Belgian place,” my friend explained.