That man should be thanked for his thoughtfulness and given a 20% discount on taco night.
Hahahahaha, no kidding!!!!
I stopped at a gas station one afternoon, I really had to go. Badly. There was someone in the restroom, and as I patiently waited, minute after minute, five minutes, ten minutes, I was feeling my back teeth float.
I was commiserating with a truck driver who stood in line behind me, wondering with some degree of foreboding, what that guy was doing in there that long, when the door opened, and a big, slovenly looking guy with greasy, stringy hair, a five day old growth of beard on his face, and wearing black flannel pajama bottoms with orange jack-o-lanterns on them came out.
His eyes met mine as he passed, and his brow furrowed ever so slightly, and his head went nearly imperceptibly from side to side in a veiled yet unmistakable warning that said “I wouldn’t go in there if I were you!”