The Ladies' Restroom
A door appeared out of nowhere in front of you. Obviously, you open it.
Aubrey stormed out of the panel room, slamming the door behind her. She frantically blinked back tears that had risen in proportion to her blood pressure skyrocketing. The pricks wouldn’t get to see her tears period, whether they were from frustration, sorrow, or joy. They had lost the privilege. They wouldn’t get to see anything but her very pissed off back for a long time. How long? She wasn’t sure but it would have to be long enough for her to forget this shitshow. Probably not this lifetime, she acknowledged.