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I have re-thought my thinking on shopping. I have re-thought my personal ban on goods from other countries, my self-inflicted austerity program on being too much of a consumer and decided to bite the bullet and go shopping. In doing so, I thought I would go to some unique and unusual stores in an area of town I usually do not frequent, but have always wanted to become familiar. I moved rapidly through the stalls because at this point, I needed to find a restroom. I asked and was guided to the very back of the building. I entered the stalls designated for women. I began the process of readying oneself for the act.

You will not believe this because I hardly do and I lived it. I did not scream and I did not become paralyzed with fear. I pulled up my drawers, took time to snap and button them. I calmly walked out and stood in front of the door wondering about my next step. There was a mouse floating in an upright position, dead as can be, in that toilet bowl. As I was standing in front of the stall, still shocked, thinking about my next move, a lady wanted to go in. I stumbled and mumbled something unintelligible and shook my head no, but could not form my words. She just pushed past me and I could no longer help her. A few seconds later, I heard a shriek. She bolted out of the door and started to cuss me out. Lady, dear lady, I didn’t have anything to do with that mouse floating in that scary upright position in this particular toilet in this particular place. Calm down.