Letting a delivery driver use your loo

I have a loo by the front door so would allow it as front door would be open.... I can understand a 'no' if it meant going upstairs.

For years when my DC were growing up there were public toilets in our town centre open during the daytime and with a caretaker. They were always clean.

Now with all the council cutbacks the first thing to go are the toilets, followed by libraries. There are other less visible closures .

The supermarkets have customer toilets and the cafes and pubs I guess.

It's very unwelcoming. If I'm out and about I like to know there are loos. Essential I would say

I usually say that it's not working and I'm waiting for the plumber, but they're welcome to pee in my garden, or spider infested cludgie (Scottish for outside lavatory).
I do feel mean, but serial killers don't have it stamped on their forehead, and it only takes one mistake.

I let tradesmen and a regular delivery driver use our downstairs loo. TBH it’s never occurred to me not to - especially lately, when I seem to be in an almost semi-permanent state of wanting the loo for one thing or the other.

One of the useful things my mother (very proper and rarely drank) taught me when I left home was ‘you can always go in a pub’. I was always surprised that she did this herself when desperate. I was nervous the first time but she was right. If I don’t buy a drink (which would start the cycle off again!) I offer 50p change for any charity box on the bar. Some shops, even small ones, are obliging, especially for a child.
Re bus drivers on long routes, I once heard that they carry McDonald’s milkshake containers, oh dear!
My only loo is at the top of the stairs, I do tend to hover at the bottom, near the front door, if a driver I don't know asks to use it.

Not just pubs. Hotels, too.My partner told me that. I didn’t believe him but were in Dublin and we went into Bono’s hotel. Just walked in. Mind you, it was over 16 years ago, maybe things have changed. I once travelled home by train and realised I’d have to wait an hour for the bus and my bladder wasn’t up to that. I couldn’t go to the loo in the station because it was on a different platform and I couldn’t re enter the station to get to it so I walked into the posh hotel next to the station and went there. I’ll always remember going to a loo somewhere in Italy ( or it might have been Germany or Austria…it was when we used to drive round Europe every summer). I had to ask the barman for a key. When I took the key back a group of elderly gentleman said to me ‘better now’. I don’t remember much about the rest of that holiday, just that.