Inappropriate moment

This weekend I was in a convenience store bathroom, in a small Texas town in the middle of nowhere while my car is filling up outside and I think…“If I splattered my brains all over the back wall they’d have no idea why.” Then I think about the process of identification they’d go through with the body, how their lives might change if only for that day. I wonder if they’d contemplate “Why did he do it?”

Maybe that’s what it takes to get them to clean the bathroom.