Last week when I was hiking to the Kraft Family Sports Campus to watch the Jerusalem "Big Blue Lions" opening game of the season, I realized that I wouldn't safely arrive without a pit stop on the way. So I psyched myself up to check out the facilities at the gas station, since it's right off of the sidewalk, and it's "known" that they all have public toilets. I followed the signs and found the door locked. That's also standard, so I very politely asked one of the workers for the key.
"There isn't one," replied the gas station employee.So I made my way into a large cavernous commercial building behind the gas station and continued in my very human quest.
Within a relatively short time, I found signs directing me to a surprisingly clean and orderly "Ladies Room," aka WC, 00, public toilet.
It had all the necessary equipment and supplies; smelled OK, too.
There was even a sign outside with the Jewish blessing one says after "eliminating," because these necessary bodily functions are miracles and can't or shouldn't be taken for granted.
I was very happy to discover the welcoming Public Facilities and disappointed that the gas station isn't properly equipped. I wonder if they just refused to give me a key, because I'm not a customer.