Que Sera Sera

Dive bar education

In the locked ladies’ room of a nice, clean, well-lit restaurant, sitting on the toilet (if we must get into details), the doorknob started to turn and before I could properly react, my leg shot out and kicked the door to keep it shut, and without even realizing what happened, I said, “Thank you.” To my leg.

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