Social Anxiety

We stopped in this town in Arkansas on our way to take Brians grandson home. Brian wanted Taco Bell really bad. We had to go in cause we all had to potty. As soon as you walked in the door there it smelled like poo. At first I thought it was just the smell of the taco’s so I didn’t say anything. Upon walking in the bathroom I found that that was where the stench was coming from. In one stall the toilet was all broken up and there was no toilet paper. I looked in the next stall, there was some toilet paper, but the toilet seat was covered with pee. I walked out and told Brian that was nasty and I couldn’t use the bathroom. He said he wanted a taco so we got in line. I told him I couldn’t eat there it was too disgusting. I’m standing in line half whispering to him how nasty the place was and he finally said you’re right, let’s find somewhere else. Well dang, if the bathroom is so disgusting that I couldn’t pee in it it makes me wonder what it’s like back in the kitchen.

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