I worked and played hockey for years in Tacoma, many pleasant memories of "your island". The garden was always one of our favorite places. Total tourist trap but kept going back! So we rode motorcycles everywhere and often took the ferries here and there. We got caught in the rain and were in the guest center trying to get warm. My buddy has to pee so goes into the head. Few minutes later I hear the hand dryer on full tilt shutoff then the slam of the mushroom switch being crushed yet again. After an extended period of time my buddy does not come out of the head. Hand dryer still howling I decide to investigate. Yep , there he is leathers around his feet and pants around his knees in what can only be called a comedic pose trying to dry his junk. I had warned him leather pants were much better for the trip than chaps but nooooooo he had to wear chaps!