I don’t know why I am the magnet, but, proof is I am. People tell me the most fucked up things. I don’t know what they expect me to do with it but they sure do like to share.
For example, a woman rushes past me to use the rest room. Although we’re not thrilled letting the general public use our rest room, trust me, the alternative is much, much worse.
A few minutes later walks up to me with the need to tell me her tale.
“I just made it! A stream of water came outta my ass. On top of that I’m having my period.”
As I blinked in disbelief that this is my life I said,
“Guess it was like the Bellagio fountains down there.”