[ TT ] [ RF ] You 've got 20 minutes left on your shift , and the manager asks you to clean the bathroom .

I was in the bathroom with the mop. I knew he was going to call in the favor this week. Covering for a friend during closing hours so he can skip off to a date? Great friend. Getting that friend to cover for him and clean the nastiest bathroom known to man so he can go skip off to a date? Not great. 
 
 
 I worked at a gas station. The bathroom's air vent was broken, and the day was hot as it was long. I felt like a rag being thrown against a wall, over and over again... 
 
 
 My knees were buckling. The stench was deathly, terrifying, *awesome* in the biblical sense of the word. I imagine it was the truck who was turtleheading it to the bathroom, and laid a mile of cable. The filthy fatso must have used the tap as a bidet. 
 
 
 *Gross. * 
 
 
 I stepped out hurriedly, ragged breaths in between my steps. My manager, while he was my high school friend and best bud, he was definitely an asshole. But a favor is a favor, a brother has to- 
 
 
 *bzzzzzt* 
 
 
 It was my phone. My girlfriend had texted me. It threw me off. 
 
 
 I went back inside to vomit my heart out. It did n't matter how bad it smelled in there, I just added to it. I could n't even cry, I was just *gutted*. We had been together since last year August and it was nearly July, nearing our anniversary. Had I known she was angry, or upset, I would have gotten off early, but alas, it had come to this moment. 
 
 
 I finished what I could, a buzzing feeling in my mind, ringing in my ears and sweat pouring down my back. I tried calling my friend, seek comfort, *something*. I bought a pack of cigarettes, something I had n't done since meeting my girl, now ex-girl. 
 
 
 I wanted to respond. To call and ask what was up. But I was destroyed. The moment had passed. 
 
 
 *I would call her tomorrow*, I thought to myself. 
 
 
 Before closing the station up, I looked at the clock. It was an hour after my shift had ended. The other worker that was supposed to close up had ditched their station and presumably gone already. 
 
 
 *bzzzzt* It was my phone again. Against my mind, I took it upon myself to see what the notification was. It was a Facebook post. 
 
 
 It was my best friend's new profile picture. With my ex-girlfriend. 
 
 
 I sat down in the darkened room, against warm tiles, phone in hand. I opened the smokes and lit one up, and cried until there was nothing left.
