Every Sunday this month, everything at the Goodwill thrift store is 50 percent off. I wait about fifteen minutes for a dressing room. Before I get in, the clerk clears everything out. Everything, that is, except for a single boot. That boot is in the corner, soaking in a puddle of urine. I notice it a few minutes into trying on clothes, and come out of the dressing room horrified. A woman with a baby stroller tries to push in after me.
“I’d wait for the next one,” I say. “There’s pee in the corner.”
She considers this, peeks in, waits until she thinks I’m far enough away to have forgotten about her, then enters anyway. With her baby. I approach the sales clerk.
“Someone peed in the dressing room,” I say. “You should call someone to come and clean it up.”
“Huh,” he says. “Yeah.”
Then he goes back to hanging clothes.
I go home and shower twice.
Mighty Girl 