They chuckle knowingly and slide past me. I make eye contact with the guy behind me. It's true, they really should. The guy has a whitehead on his forehead. I wonder if he knows it.
Facial hygiene is vastly overlooked.
Don't worry, I'll be quick. I hope he can do something about that whitehead. The door in front of me opens and the vinyl-wearing girl that had previously been standing in front of me walks out. Surprised that it wasn't the other bathroom, I wonder what that person is up to and if they're having gastrointestinal problems of some sort. I'm then glad that I do not have such problems.