Some things you cannot remove from your retinas. Your memory. They are imprinted forever. Sadly.
I walked up to the row of port-o-lets. And let’s be honest….no one likes port-o-lets.
Two of the doors showed the red “locked” sign.
One was green for ‘available’.
I open the door.
Man is not quite sitting as he is wiping his butt.
He says “oh I’m sorry” as I jump back and the door slams.
I probably should have said ‘I’m sorry’ but I didn’t want to stand there with the door open and have a discussion on who should be sorry.
But I was sorry. I was very sorry. I am still very sorry.
Gah.
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