You sat idly on the toe of the trucker's boot watching as your chances to bail fade into the background. Perhaps you were too scared to risk the fall or maybe park of you was eager to stay with the man, either way your inaction has lead you to the most filthy part of an already VERY dirty gas station. As your ride approaches, you noticed one of the two bathroom doors had an "out of order" sign taped to it leaving just one bathroom in the whole store. Great. The heavy boot below you firmly kicks the metal plated bottom of the bathroom door accompanied by the sheering sound of rusty hinges as the door swings open.

A tidal wave of air rushes into you from the vacuum created which sends you skyrocketing back painfully into the the boot's thick laces. The bathroom is comprised of one toilet stall, one decrepit looking urinal, a moldy sink next to an overflowing trashcan and on the opposite side, a changing station with an equally over encumbered diaper pail. The colossal boot below you finally comes to rest on the sticky floor just below the urinal. You cringe as you hear the zipper of his jeans pull down, followed by a waterfall of piss pouring into the urinal. Awkward was putting the situation lightly. You knew that you couldn't stay on the boot forever and this was probably the only time you could assuredly depart your ride safely. So, gathering you courage you begin to climb down the great rubber sole until you land on the tiled floor below. The world here at just an inch in height made you rethink all of the decisions you had made thus far. The cracks in between tiles were flooded with dried urine as if a mop hadn't touched this place in centuries. You watched as large droplets of piss rained overhead from the man's sloppy aim. Splashes of the foul liquid land all around you until one eventually hits you square in the face. You sputter and spat the substance out knowing that if you didn't find a spot to hide soon. you'd be hit again. Thinking quickly you trust in the ______ to save you from your misery...