so today is my last day here at work, coworker takes me to lunch at this chipotle type place called koboda, i get a steak quesidllia.
so i'm sitting here doing an exit survey, out of the kindness of my heart, and the wave unconfortableness washes over me. my stomache gurgles and bubbles letting me know lunch needs to make a return.
i truck it to the bathroom grab the good ol seat cover drop trow and wosh. ahhhhhhh certain relief.
i'm sitting there in my stink, and think "F this place i'm leaving a deuce." and then i thought "what about the innocent custodian, F her too. I'm outta here."
I wiped up, washed the hands and never a flush was heard for
I left the deuce.
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