My adventures in life continue… and today I couldn’t believe what I witnessed.
I went to a gas station/minimart to buy gasoline. As I was standing in line waiting my turn to pay, a woman, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, started shouting:
There’s a homeless man in the bathroom. He’s been in there a few minutes. Too long. He’s pooping in the bathroom!
All eyes turned to this relatively normal looking woman. This was no joke. She was serious.
I can’t go in there after a homeless man poops. That’s #2, pooping, not #1. He’s pooping in the bathroom. It’s gonna smell!
The workers in the minimart didn’t know how to respond. They looked as dumbfounded as everyone else. It was getting hysterical… as in funny and out of control.
I’m a lady. I can’t go in there. A homeless man is pooping. I have to tinkle real bad!
At this point she’s rocking from side to side, holding her hands over her nether region. I was suddenly afraid she might let loose with a river of pee. I slowly backed up.
I’m a lady! I have to tinkle! You’ve got to help me. I can’t go in there after a homeless man poops!
The manager of the minimart, somewhat scared, moved towards the restroom. I don’t know if she was going to knock on the door or not, and neither did she.
I’m a lady! I have to tinkle real bad!”
Before the manager could knock, the restroom door opened. All eyes were anticipating a homeless man… not knowing what kind of creature would emerge.
A middle-aged man in business clothes came out of the bathroom. And to say he was surprised to see everyone staring at him is an understatement. The woman began to bellow as loud as possible. She no longer was shaking her legs and holding her nether region.
You’re not homeless. Oh dear lord, I thought you were homeless and pooping in the bathroom.
The poor mortified man forced a smile and without saying a word made a quick exit.
I thought he was homeless!
She ran into the bathroom.
I paid for my gas.
And as I drove home I wondered if the man really did poop or not.
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