Caffeinated beverages goes straight through homegirl. And when the shocks in homegirls ride need repairin' every rock and pebble becomes VERY disruptive. So along the way we took a pit stop here. Now nothing perturbs homegirl more than false advertising; "New England FARMS". Now just because homegirl is up with the street lingo and what not doesn't mean she can be bamboozled into thinking that this here is a farm. I don't think so. Homegirl has cable television and an iPhone and is positive that old McDonald isn't inside milking cows.
Back to the story- homegirl had to go. It was a hot day and I was running late. I sped walked into this cool refreshing plaza of overpriced convenience goods and into the ladies room. So far so good. But homegirl, as fierce as she may be, has a germ fetish. My goal was to break the Guinness book of world records' time for shortest recorded bathroom break. I elbowed open the door and my eyes glistened. I felt a guilt in my soul for pre-judging this premier lavatory. Floor to ceiling black granite tile, the scent of mop and glow, and the sweet sound of quality air ventilation. I new this was going to be a good experience. I felt at ease- and dare I say: at home. I had to nearly stop myself from kicking off my sandals. Before I knew it my time had come to an end. I washed my hands in the sink -spewing water from Icelandic springs as I lathered away. I opened the door quite saddened yet at peace about all that had come to pass. I will return again and relive this better than 5 star gas station restroom. read more
