Imelda: You need poop shoes.
Me: Poop shoes? What?
Imelda: Yes, you put them on to go poop in work bathrooms and roll up your pants so no one ever knows who you are. Take them in a bag, in and out. Then you won’t feel bad having to do a poopie there.
Me: Genius! Thanks Imelda!
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Imelda and I are friends. I know. It’s weird.