"No, I'm gonna head home now. But thanks."

The two men sigh and turn off their taps. You do the same, and head to the locker room, the truckers walking ahead of you. Once there you gather your stuff and get dressed, while a few other men walk into the room, doing the same. You finish getting dressed, then step out through the doors to the desk, where you hand in your key, and step out into the night.

All in all, not a terrible birthday, you think. You pull out your cell phone and call a cab. Time to head home.