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Flex—An Endorsement
Mar. 28th, 2015 01:43 pmSo two Fridays ago I'm in a bookstore nearby my house waiting to hear this dude read from his new book. I had some time to kill, and head to the head, er, the restroom for you landlubbers. There's a line.
There shouldn't be a line, no. It was technically a four-holer, two stand-up receivers for simple fluid, and two stalled seats for the more involved visit. However, at the moment I had chosen, both the stalls were being used not for a simple sit and pinch, but to change the clothing of the occupants: in one, I could plainly see the hook of a suit bag peaking out from the top of the door; the other betrayed the same activity with an open backpack on the floor. Both. Meaning the rest of us had to wait for the wall mounted receivers to clear.
As I'm finally waiting at one of the urinals, I hear Mr. Suit Bag finally wrapping up. I finish myself and all but follow him out, muttering silent dark held pee thoughts.
And I find myself following him. Not because I'm a creepo or anything, but because We're both heading to the reading area. This is the dude I had come to see. Oh. I guess most bookstores don't have a Green Room for their visiting authors to use for changing. Duh.
I mention this ( for a good reason. )
There shouldn't be a line, no. It was technically a four-holer, two stand-up receivers for simple fluid, and two stalled seats for the more involved visit. However, at the moment I had chosen, both the stalls were being used not for a simple sit and pinch, but to change the clothing of the occupants: in one, I could plainly see the hook of a suit bag peaking out from the top of the door; the other betrayed the same activity with an open backpack on the floor. Both. Meaning the rest of us had to wait for the wall mounted receivers to clear.
As I'm finally waiting at one of the urinals, I hear Mr. Suit Bag finally wrapping up. I finish myself and all but follow him out, muttering silent dark held pee thoughts.
And I find myself following him. Not because I'm a creepo or anything, but because We're both heading to the reading area. This is the dude I had come to see. Oh. I guess most bookstores don't have a Green Room for their visiting authors to use for changing. Duh.
I mention this ( for a good reason. )