For the next hour, Robin did her best to clean the men's room without gagging from the overpowering smell. And the worst part of all was when she took a brush to the toilet itself, and had to scrub it free of the human filth clinging to the bowl. She very nearly vomited several times during this, and it took forever to do - she had no idea what she was doing, after all. She never even cleaned her own toilet, after all, let alone one as abused as this one.
Finally finished, Robin let her sore arms drop to her sides and walked out of the room, placing her cleaning tools back where she found them.
"It's about time," the manager snapped from where she was still behind the register, "It's a good thing we didn't have any customers who needed to use the bathroom, or I'd be letting you deal with them."
"Sorry," Robin muttered, too exhausted to argue.
"Now get your lazy ass over here and cover for me, I'm going on my lunch break," the older woman said.
Robin obeyed, taking the manager's place at the register as she walked away. Robin stood behind the register, still too shell-shocked from everything that had happened to her since waking up to do much else. She was finally snapped out of her daze when she heard the bell above the door ding as someone entered the 7-11. Robin looked up as the person walked up to her.
The person turned out to be...
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