I'd been waiting for about 10 min at the Port o' John at the south end of Domino Park. I could hardly hold it in, and my perspiring face had likely turned pale from the wait and my ever expanding bladder. When I heard the latch unlock, it was the most wonderful sound. As you stepped out, I could tell you were struggling to hold the spring loaded flimsy door open while stepping around the large puddle of piss in the middle of the floor and wads of feces smeared toilet paper strewn around. Being the gentleman that I am, I held it open for you. You flashed me a toothy grin as you stepped out. Can we meet for lunch? My treat.
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