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I sipped my wine and smiled, hoping that my teeth hadn't turned yet.

"This guy, this... fella here, used to take my jacketsóWe wore the same exact size in B--

"Not anymore," said Harry, poking Ted in the stomach. "I STILL wear a 42."

Ted threw his head back, then leered forward dangerously. "If that's a 42, I'm a Russian chimney sweep."

Ted pointed at Harry. Harry pointed back at Ted. I excused myself and teetered to the bathroom.

There was a door, and then another door, so that by the time you were in the bathroom, you were really in it. Marble box. Echoes. My head hurt.

In the stall I stepped up, one foot at a time, onto the seat. I don't sit on public toilets and I don't trust a paper barrier.

I couldn't pee. I tried to think about water, dripping, gushing, cumming... and then I tried not to think. I gave up and dismounted.

Back at the sinks, the vanity area, there was a woman in uniform. "Hello," I said. No reaction. Bitch. No, she was all right. She was cool probably, just a little shy. I washed my hands and noticed the wicker basket by the hand towels, a single dollar laying flat inside.

So, in all honesty, the stall had not been particularly clean. I noticed a pubic hair on the floor. Furthermore... Aw, hell. It was Christmas almost. I opened my purse and placed a second single dollar in the basket. And then, I did this thing where I look back, like I forgot something. I got in a glance at her. She had nothing for me. Not a smile, no soft eyes. Cunt. No...

There was a candy basket. I took gum, for my teeth. But then I was hungry, so I took a pack of Junior Mints too. My hand was on the door when she said, "One."

"Sorry?" I replied.

"Just one," she said. "You only take one."

I looked at her. She stood her ground the defiant little troll. There were so many options.

Date Written: December 13, 2004
Author: cuntry
Average Vote: 3

12/27/2004 The Rid: Mluh.
12/27/2004 hagit mizrachy (2): It's a cute and believable snapshot, but it doesn't break any new ground and the ... ending leaves me neither nonplussed nor frothing with questions--it leaves me cranky. But then I'm always cranky when you unchosen shaygetz are parading your christmas blasphemy.
12/27/2004 TheBuyer (2):
12/27/2004 The Rid (2): I want to like this, but I can't.
12/28/2004 Will Disney (4): Okay, what did you do next?
12/28/2004 scoop (5): JESUS CHRIST CUNTRY! WHY THE FUCK ARENT YOU DOING MORE TO PLUSS PEOPLE!?!?! Why a two here chpas? Perhaps its because you are all esentially bovine in nature nad cant vote on your merits because your too scared of confronting your own fucking inner shit. God damn it! This ting would have been a definite five if you axed the last line. But fuck it. Someone's got to take a stand against this trend of insipid conformtiy. I'll be the one. I'll be the fucking hero. I'm built for it anyway.
12/29/2004 TheBuyer: scoop, besides f u, i was wrong, and I hate women. also, I was wrong. that, and I'm Pix messing with TheBuyer because he's a mysoginistic asshole. or not.
12/29/2004 cuntry: scoop - damn. hagit - big words and twisted thoughts... it gives me a headache. rid - i think i might be glad you don't like this... buyer - ?
12/29/2004 TheBuyer: ya, sorry about that.