We stop to see some of downtown. Walk around, see a Subway, which is trash food, but my kids like it so whatever. We approach the front door...

There appears to be a panhandler sitting on the ground near the door, smoking a cigarette.

Wait, what's this? The panhandler is getting up and entering the Subway. Oh, goodie, that was actually the Subway worker that was sitting on the concrete sidewalk, smoking.

Against my better judgment we decide that it's too much to walk out at this point. We order some food. Now, one of my kids needs to go to the bathroom. Oh, we need a key to get in? Worker proceeds to hand me the bathroom key, which is attached to a footlong piece of what appears to be rotting wood. Has this piece of wood been soaked in urine, I wonder to myself? Oh, that's great, she just touched the piece of wood and then continued on making the sandwiches with that hand. The end of the story? I did not eat the food.

Needless to say, my wife has banned us from ever stopping in Reno again. (I'm sure the biggest little city is a fine place)