And...again, I ramble

You MUST read the kmart story first...really.

Well, another month has past us by and of course that means I get to write about something new! Joy. I, once again, had many different choices to write about: coffee stains, flash pants and mermaids were top of the list but the topic which made the cut is ‘gas station bathrooms.’ I actually try to refrain from using these if at all possible, but on long road trips you just do not have a choice. So, during a long car ride my body decided it was time to make a visit to the dreaded portal of passerby waste...
I got out of my car and waddled into a remarkably clean convenience store. The smell of ‘ocean rain’ Clorox filled the space and I had great hope for my short trek into the back corner. I reach for the door and, of course, it is locked. I wait patiently for the current toilet transient to come out of the door and when he does I quickly move into the dark void. Turning on the light I realize that I have warped into a different place, a place completely different than that I just occupied. The dirt and grime screamed germotropolis and the rust stains in the sink suggested that it may have seen duty in the Revolutionary War, only to end up as a fixture in this gloomy space.
As I walked toward the stall I notice graffiti stating all sorts of interesting and obviously enlightening information. ‘Doug loves Susie’ and ‘Margie is not a nice person’ (hmmm...think she works at Kmart). I see there are phone numbers for all types of people...it is kind of like a swap meet; I guess. I glance at a few more and think to myself what a neat coffee table book this would make. I have to write that idea down. “Rattle, rattle, rattle.” Someone is needing in the door. I turn around and head toward the sink. I turn it on, not knowing what to expect to come out of the dingy faucet. To my horror the faucet clanks and water spews everywhere. I have managed to break the sink! With my hand on the geyser I begin to panic. I am soaked head to toe. As I reach for the door to unlock and scream for help the water stops. In total shock I slowly walk away from the sink, open the door and avoid the questioning eye contact of the next victim and the grinning clerk (probably Margie’s friend).
As I squeak through the store and get into my car I pause and realize I had forgotten my initial purpose. I glance at the door and hear my mom’s voice in my head, “you’re just gonna have to wait.” Yep, mom was right. I put it in gear and head up the road...