I walk in, bladder full.  Normal enough looking fellow standing in front of the toilet stall, says gruffly, “I’m next” as I turn to the urinal and say “Works well for me.”

As I take a leak, a woman startles me by opening and peering in.  A brief four line argument ensues which seems to resolve around grocery spending or something — instantly forgetable, but a little uncomfortable.

As I wash my hand, the guy grunts.  I did not see this comment coming.

“God I hate Heroin.”

I float my hand over the electronic air dryer, but walk out with wet hands.  I do not know what to ascribe the Heroin comment to.  Himself, the man in the stall, the girlfriend, or society in general?

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