Stopped by on a whim a...

Stopped by on a whim a little while back one night on my way home from Philly. As soon as I walked in I just felt uncomfortable. I am not a squeaky clean guy. I am mechanic who shits in a shop bathroom that makes most people recoil in horror. Everything in here just felt dated, dirty, and . . sticky. I wandered in was propositioned for a private showing from what I suspect was my grandmother in a wig, grabbed a dvd. (Good Selections! I will give them that) and headed out the door. Maybe it was an off night and the cleaning lady was sick and a bottle of ky exploded in a light greasy haze, but i still felt skeeved enough that i just can't see going back.