Guys I picked up a client not too long ago from Miami International. He flew in from Boston to discuss some business. I decided to treat him to some real authentic Cuban food at Sarussi in Hialeah. Now I'm in a truck stop bathroom after my Ropa Vieja disagreed with my stomach. Couldn't get the stall locked and my trousers down quick enough before checking for toilet paper. All out. This is a single ****ter. I called the truck stop to see if the guy at the counter would bring me some toilet paper but he no habla ingles. *******. What now? I'm out of options. I picked a bad day for loafers without socks.