The shoes are still sitting in the garage, being avoided. sigh

Dear Exceeding Disgusting Degenerate Who Frequented the Mens Room At Cracker Barrel:

I am really appreciative of the fact that my loving husband takes on diaper duties for our son when he comes home. It offers me a chance to relax a little.

Unfortunately, he entered the restroom to change a wet diaper on Monday at some point after you were there. And he occupied much of the same space that you clearly “used” during your time in the facility.

For future reference: That round, shiny porcelain thing that you were in a stall with? THAT was your primary target. Notice how it was just about the same size as your ass (not your face, but I understand your confusion, as you are clearly an Assfacian). It must have seemed like such a coincidence, I know, but trust me – it is purposeful. You are actually supposed to place your “dumping mechanism” over that lovely collection bowl and THAT is where you are intended to make your “deposit.” This is the acceptable way of doing things in our part of the world.

In other words? Shit goes in the toilet. NOT ON THE FLOOR.

The scent of “shit shoe-sole”, even after it has been furiously rubbed on dirt and leaves in the parking area, is not a pleasant thing to a pregnant lady in a car on the ride home.

Please note that your anonymity is the only thing saving your life today.

Sincerely,

One of the MANY people who understand how this whole Public Sanitation thing works.

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