A while back, I was on the MAX headed to Beaverton at around 6am, when I was suddenly afflicted with the dire urge to defecate (turtle head city!). I jumped off the MAX, and ran over to the Goose Hollow Inn hoping it would be open. It was not. However, the man working inside saw me near the door and opened it, asking if he could help me. This man actually let me use the bathroom! Well, I ended up spraying down the porcelain walls of his commode like I've never done in my life. The mess was awful, and the smell was repugnant. And, even though I felt a million times better, the fallout of my actions for that man made me feel terrible. This is for that man: thank you for your kindness, and I'M SORRY!
Goose Hollow Inn Saint (I'm sorry!)
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