During the summer after my sophomore year at college, I worked at a convenience store by a gas station. The gas station was situated in a rural area but there was still some traffic on the state highway so I occasionally got some customers. The job itself was quite boring but I figured that there were worst jobs to do and the pay was not bad.
It had been more than an hour since I last had a costumer. I looked up towards the clock on the wall. It was approaching midnight, and thus it was approaching closing time. It was seven minutes to midnight and I started to slowly get ready to close the store. It was not a big convenience store. We mostly sold soft drinks, candy, cigarettes, and magazines. Just basic items like that.
As I was tidying up the store for the closing time I heard a hum coming from outside. I turned around and looked out the window. A grey pickup truck pulled up right outside the store. I hurried behind the counter to greet my customer, hopefully, the last one for the day. I glanced at the clock on the wall: four minutes to closing time.
In walked a tall man, he must have been around six feet three inches and he looked like he was in his early fifties. He was wearing a dark green flannel shirt that tightly embraced his large chest and his broad shoulder. In addition to that, he was also wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a pair of black working boots. He had a completely bald head and a goatee that encircled his mouth.
"Good evening," I said trying not to sound too tired.
He smiled and gave a simple nod in response before he started looking around.
"Excuse me?" he said with a very deep voice "Where's the bathroom? If there is one?"
"I'm sorry, but there is no bathroom for customers, sir," I said apologetically.
"For customers?" he raised an eyebrow. "So there is a bathroom".
"Yes but it's not for customers, I'm sorry," I told him.
"Can't you make an exception?" he said and gave a slightly mischievous smile.
