Sunday Stories – I Don’t Want to Know
I stopped at McKay’s this morning, and hit the ladies’ room prior to getting my browse on. The two stalls were full, and the woman in the first stall kept sniffing and kind of grunting. She flushed a few times. A line formed and grew, and I eventually gave up (we weren’t quite to “take over the men’s room” emergency stage).
I went back later, and she was finally gone, but that stall had been completely emptied of toilet paper and there was a Vagisil package in the trash.