I was in an asian grocery store with the wife, and the smell of the place set something off in me and I had to go so my wife asks one of the employees if I can use their washroom. They unlock it for me, and I’m all thankyou’s until I walk into this little room and see what’s waiting for me. There is not enough bleach in existence that would make what I saw that day usable as a toilet. I backed out, looked at both of them and said NOPE! And drove home to use the toilet as fast as possible.
Afterwards she didn’t think it was so bad that it warranted a trip home, but I chalk that up to cultural differences. She must’ve seen some shit in her life if that was acceptable in any way.
I was in an asian grocery store with the wife, and the smell of the place set something off in me and I had to go so my wife asks one of the employees if I can use their washroom. They unlock it for me, and I’m all thankyou’s until I walk into this little room and see what’s waiting for me. There is not enough bleach in existence that would make what I saw that day usable as a toilet. I backed out, looked at both of them and said NOPE! And drove home to use the toilet as fast as possible.
Afterwards she didn’t think it was so bad that it warranted a trip home, but I chalk that up to cultural differences. She must’ve seen some shit in her life if that was acceptable in any way.