So, we finally found a gas station. I had my clothes in hand and went to the girl's bathroom. But, somebody was of course in there. I waited. And waited and waited. It was already around 2 in the afternoon and we hadn't seen any sights except a crappy Goodwill so I was kind of impatient. After 10 minutes I was considering if I should go back out to the car and find a different place. But, a man walked out of the guy's bathroom. In a desperate split-second decision, I checked to see if anybody was looking and hopped into the boy's restroom. That was my first experience of ever being in a guy's restroom and it was gross. There was a broken mirror and toilet paper everywhere but I needed to change badly. So I changed into my shorts and tried to take the dressing off of my leg because it made me look like a war victim. The dang thing would not come off! So, I had to leave the wrap on it and limp out to the car. I tried to take it off out there and it still wouldn't work. After about an hour of putting soaked tissues on it to soften it all up and cutting away parts of the bandage, I finally got it off. Since I had to remove the bandage though, the whole thing had started to bleed and ooze again. Disgusting right? Dad had to watch me pull this thing off and crying the whole time because I have a very low pain tolerance and decided to take pity on me. We would go to the downtown district and he would let me go shopping for a bit! So, that cheered me up some and we took off...
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