The first restroom I came to in the mall was closed for reconstruction. The second one had blood all over the inside as if there had been a crime scene and the stall next to it was locked, but nobody was in there. I searched my pockets for something I could use to unlock the door, but came up with nothing. I chuckled as I walked away because I had been browsing Swiss Army knives earlier today and if I had had one with me I could have opened that door.
