Conoco/ Vet's Whoa N' Go

Conoco/ Vet's Whoa N' Go

Jackson, MN

Reviewed June 9th, 2005

It took me a long time to understand what "Vet's Whoa N' Go means." The picture of a cartoon gold miner pulling on the reigns of a pony helped some. See, the gold miner is a veteran, and he's whoa-ing his pony at Conoco so he can fill it up with some regular unleaded pony gas so the pony can toot its way to the next whoa n' go. The picture gave me a smile for it sparked a thought about the Ween song "Mister Won't You Please Help My Pony?" There is more than one Vet's Whoa N' Go on this wide prairie, so you may think of it as kind of like the pony express from olden times, with various stations scattered about hither and yonder. This is the first place I whoa-ed and went on our epic badlands bathroom odyssey. The bathrooms here seemed rather small, considering the hugeosity of the truck stop. Never the less, perception of restroom size is a subjective quality that exists relative to the demand for use and in this place there was no waiting, so I guess I should say that the bathrooms were big enough. The two or three stalls were not next to each other, but bricked and tiled into separate corners of the bathroom, like little loos within a loo. Nice touch. The one I used even had its own lighting. The sinks were okay and overall cleanliness wasn't next to godliness but it was more than marginal. Whoooooooa pony!

- Justin Teerlinck

RESTROOM RATING: 5
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