I was walking out of the mall when an incredibly inexpensive pillow caught my eye. I stopped to look at it. It was one of those sales that though the product itself wasn't the greatest of quality, the price was just too good not to pass up.
While I was busy debating about it, the bathroom door swung open and a sturdy old lady waddled out. She was wearing baggy black clothes and her wrinkles were like deep crevasses on her face. I think they even had their own shadows. While passing she whispered incoherently to me something about being sick.
Wondering what she could be talking about, I looked back to the restroom she came out of; it was the men's room. Confused, I looked around for the women's restroom, which turns out, was only a few feet away. Yep, she was definitely in the men's room. I looked back to the old lady, who was now leaving the store. I decided I didn't really want the pillow.
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