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I Found My Therapist in the Walmart Bathroom
I couldn’t believe she was there
It. Was. Her.
I hadn’t planned on finding her. Not there.
Certainly not when I’d left to pick up some groceries and other items at Walmart.
Not even a few minutes before, when the very urgent need presented itself.
But, well, here we are. Or, there we were. There she was.
I just. I knew.
The welcoming smile sealed the deal. I was in.
Just, well, I just needed to send this email.
About 10 minutes into a routine trip to Walmart, I felt it.
I walked away from my cart, already packed with grocery items.
I walked back to my cart.
I walked all the way down an aisle and back up.
I stopped.
I really didn’t want to do this here.
I thought about just leaving.
A long walk away.
Or, just sitting in my car until it went away.
That feeling.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
