Snapshot.
So, the other day I'm in this tiny little town in southeastern Idaho. As Kyra trys to pump gas and Myke sleeps in the front seat, I go into the little shop by the 
gas station. The woman at the counter is maybe 70 years old and seems pretty much ready to kick it. It's a sunny 10 AM and we've been up all night, and this is the first time we've stopped in a good while. We are, as far as I can tell, the only people in a quarter mile radius. I enter the small, clean, well-lit men's room. There is a urinal, a toilet and a sink. I use the urinal, which is right next to the door.
A man, who looks like he could be a less attractive Baldwin brother, opens the door. I'm peeing. "Oh, sorry," the man says. He is wearing a white polo with the target logo tucked into black pants. He begins to shut the door, but upon looking around the room sees that the facilities are ample for two. He reopens the door andtakes half a step inside. As I finish with my business, the man's eyes drift to the wrong place, and stay there quite a bit too long. Snapping out of it, he gives me an apologetic look, goes red in the face, and mumbles "I'll wait." I wash my hands and pay for the gas. The man leaves promptly without using the facilities.
gas station. The woman at the counter is maybe 70 years old and seems pretty much ready to kick it. It's a sunny 10 AM and we've been up all night, and this is the first time we've stopped in a good while. We are, as far as I can tell, the only people in a quarter mile radius. I enter the small, clean, well-lit men's room. There is a urinal, a toilet and a sink. I use the urinal, which is right next to the door.
A man, who looks like he could be a less attractive Baldwin brother, opens the door. I'm peeing. "Oh, sorry," the man says. He is wearing a white polo with the target logo tucked into black pants. He begins to shut the door, but upon looking around the room sees that the facilities are ample for two. He reopens the door andtakes half a step inside. As I finish with my business, the man's eyes drift to the wrong place, and stay there quite a bit too long. Snapping out of it, he gives me an apologetic look, goes red in the face, and mumbles "I'll wait." I wash my hands and pay for the gas. The man leaves promptly without using the facilities.