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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
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