Marco and that buy one get one free sale almost got me killed today.
Honestly, I didn't expect using the bathroom to be an anxiety inducing event. It's a simple process, right? Drink too much soda, find bathroom, relieve self, leave bathroom. But no, thanks to Marco, I was chewing gum. So before leaving the bathroom, I spit out said gum in the trash can.
But as I straightened up, something caught my eye, prompting closer examination. I looked again, and stopped breathing. I closed my eyes, opened them, blinked rapidly. No change, shockingly enough. Amid racing thoughts, I managed to tell myself to breathe again, avoiding certain death.
Still, as I left the bathroom, all I saw was that cheery blue plus sign in the trash can.
I take it back, this is most definitely not Marco's fault.