My editor sent me to Yamhill Pub because I have OCD, with certain germs as my demon (“Anthony Takes a Trip,” WW, Sept. 17, 2025). I’ve been doing exposure therapy, confronting things that scare me and trying not to respond. The “Yammi” has what might be the most frightening bathrooms in town. They are bombed-out graffiti bunkers worthy of Glasgow, Scotland, circa Margaret Thatcher. I went in at noon on Sunday because it’s a day-drinking kind of place (no windows). Andy, the bartender, said it was usually bad for the janitor when someone careened in and went straight to the bathroom, so I ordered a Bushmills, up, no chaser to assure him I was in control of my organs. I’m here to tell you that the…..