When I was getting ready to head out to go to another party, my girlfriend and her friend decided to stay. A big guy came out of the bathroom, saying to my girlfriend, “I wouldn’t go in there. There was a little girl in here before me, and she stunk it up really bad.” I said, “Well, I guess I won’t go before hitting the road.”
As I was getting on the I-15 at 9:20 p.m., before the fireworks started and ahead of traffic, my girlfriend called and said, “It’s good you didn’t use the bathroom. It smelled horrible. I almost couldn’t stand it. And when I walked out, a woman said it was from the big guy before me. I told her it was a kid before him. She didn’t buy it. Then a guy went in there to use it, and he ran out and started dry-heaving in the kitchen sink. He said it was the worst thing he’d ever smelled.”
I was laughing at the thought of this guy assuming it was my girlfriend. And I was happy that it wasn’t just the traffic that I missed.