Urination and cappuccinos: a vicious cycle

Friends do not respond well to being told, "Gotta go, I'm tired," with the explanation being that "tired" is code for "need to check blog stats." Then again, when hanging out is sitting at a sushi place with people from high school, talking about calculators, the need to be near a computer is a good a reason to have to leave as any.
 
While away from the computer, a friend and I were discussing why there are no public restrooms around Spring and Crosby in SoHo. She noted, correctly, that the only reason this was a problem for us was that the one at Starbucks was out of order, and that, with public restrooms, you'd have to pay, at which point you may as well buy a drink somewhere.
 
Which, I pointed out, would bring you right back where you started, since a cappuccino (from the off-the-beaten-path, good value dump known as Dean and Deluca) was what had gotten me in that predicament to begin with.