Thursday, March 30, 2006
As I turn the corner to go to the Ladies Room, I look back and see you pointing in my direction, and the waiter following me with his eyes.
I use the facilities and wash both my hands and my face, because I don't know when I'll see an indoor restroom again. While I'm running a comb through my hair, a woman comes in and says, "I've been asked to let you know that you have been gone long enough."
I thank her, and quickly put away my comb and head for the door. She calls after me from inside the stall, "He doesn't look like he tolerates being kept waiting well." "He doesn't. And I'm sure I'll hear about it when I get back to the table."
I use the facilities and wash both my hands and my face, because I don't know when I'll see an indoor restroom again. While I'm running a comb through my hair, a woman comes in and says, "I've been asked to let you know that you have been gone long enough."
I thank her, and quickly put away my comb and head for the door. She calls after me from inside the stall, "He doesn't look like he tolerates being kept waiting well." "He doesn't. And I'm sure I'll hear about it when I get back to the table."
