Fainting couches.
Smelling salts.
Paper sacks.
A bin of free disposable blinders.
A rack of tri-fold pamphlets called “When the Hamburger is a Hot Dog: Coming to Terms with Other People’s Privates”.
Signs that say “It’s hard to pee standing with a skirt on.”
Just guessing here. Never tried.
One of those creepy guys that sells candy and cigars and offers you a towel.
Archived Post
This post is archived from my account on li.st, a social media app that shut down in 2017. Some posts have been edited slightly to fix typographical errors and correctly represent the gender of some individuals. You can view the full archive here.