“This bathroom can accommodate both sexes simultaneously,” Billie continued.
She then activated the soap dispenser and lathered up, leaving both the old man and woman speechless.
But Billie wasn’t here to humiliate them, though she’d endured her fair share of complaints from ‘that’ generation.
No, she had just witnessed their undeniable connection from inside the stall, watching them bond over shifting gender norms and dim lighting. And if two elderly strangers could still find love – and in her restaurant bathroom no less – she was going to cultivate it.
“Why don’t you lovebirds grab seats at the bar? Dessert’s on me…”
The Weekday One Hundred 