I love looking at junk. There is a place in Hot Springs called the Peddler's Mall where one can go and maybe find a roll of half used duct tape or an English book copyright 1917 (like I did this weekend). It basically is an old storage place where people with no teeth and a taste for country music pay $75 a month to sell their junk. I am a quick shopper. I don't like to look and touch every little item, but I do like to make sure that I've stepped into every open unit.
My mom and I left the men to look and headed on our way past the camo unit. We had been browsing for about 30 minutes when the need to poo hit me like an elbow at a concert. I told my mother that I needed to go RIGHT NOW and asked her to come with me. The restroom was surprising clean and I preceded to do my business. After I was finished, I reached for the toilet paper and found only an empty roll hanging from a handmade contraption resembling a holder of such but was really just a hanger twisted a bit. I shout to my mom in the next stall that I was in need of some squares and I am immediately thankful that I had asked her to come with me because we all know that I would have sat there till kingdom come, waiting on a family member to come find me and rescue me providing a few squares. So here is the point of my story, always have some kleenex or don't poo alone.