Thank you, 7-11, for deeming me a worthy human being
She looks at me and pauses. Her eyes narrow. I look at her, suspiciously. It was like an old Western showdown but with oral hygiene. She takes another minute to survey my attire and says "okay...in the back," and motions to the "Employees Only" door. I thanked her, went into the backroom and peed
Thank you, , for deeming me worthy enough to use your filthy restrooms. I am one step closer to being a complete person now.