My Judgment is in the Toilet

No, that’s not a metaphor.

We live in a nice neighborhood. However, more homeless have begun to invade the area. A few have even taken up living under the nearby bridge like trolls.

No, this isn’t a post about homeless or drug use. This is about toilets.

The toilets at the nearby stores are starting to be locked up, accessible only by top secret code or handshake.

I understand why. Addicts often use the toilets as a safe place to begin their journey, and based on the number of ambulances going by, overdose while on the throne.

And yet, I want access to those thrones without stumbling over a body or huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf while waiting for someone to let me in.

The more posh areas have eluded the potty lock up. It is kind of nice to shop there. Although with my sunburned truck and Goodwill clothes, i don’t exactly fit in.

Which means soon they’ll limit access because of me. I kinda like that idea.

Until next time, stay healthy.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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