My Confession, Part Five

And then I fell, and things got blurry. I woke up on the floor of a public bathroom. The tile was cold. I got up and waited to wash my hands while an older man washed his hands. It was a clean bathroom. When he was done, he reached for a paper towel and grabbed it. He used it to sop up the water that he had splashed on the sink. I remarked to him with a question, "wouldn't the world be a nice place if everyone cleaned up after themselves?"

He agreed as he shook the water off his hands, deposited his trash, and left so that I could use the sink.