My Old Neighborhood Circle K.
Just got back from buying a six pack. While I was there, waiting in line, a well dressed older man was standing at the counter trying to fill out his lotto tickets. He was asking the clerk for a piece of paper, a bag, anything he could put under his right shoe. I didn't know what was happening, but the clerk kept threatening the old man, telling him he was going to call the police.
The man yelled back, "All I wanted was to use your restroom, but you wouldn't let me, so call the cops, I don't care, they'll be on my side!" Then the clerk grabbed his nose and told the man to please go outside, that the smell was killing him. I grabbed a roll of paper towel from behind the counter and handed a few sheets to the man. He thanked me and then moved his foot. Poop came falling out of his pant leg. The clerk made an awful sound, the older man thanked me. I bought my beer and went home.
The man yelled back, "All I wanted was to use your restroom, but you wouldn't let me, so call the cops, I don't care, they'll be on my side!" Then the clerk grabbed his nose and told the man to please go outside, that the smell was killing him. I grabbed a roll of paper towel from behind the counter and handed a few sheets to the man. He thanked me and then moved his foot. Poop came falling out of his pant leg. The clerk made an awful sound, the older man thanked me. I bought my beer and went home.