david cross-in' my legs

okay. i had the most awkward public bathroom experience i've had in a while today. and it wasn't even a completely public bathroom. it was the office ladies' room.

there are only two stalls and when i went in there someone was in my favorite. so there you go, already awkward. so i went in the gaping handicapped stall and got total stage fright. so did whomever was in the good stall. we both sat there, silent, not peeing or otherwise, for what seemed an eternity but was probably only about 2.5 - 3 minutes. i finally gave up because i had to go to some meeting (which was almost just as uncomfortable for completely unrelated reasons) and i prayed (i'm hyperbolizing) that my fellow frightened actress wouldn't also emerge from her cell. that would have been truly mortifying.

she didn't.

i washed my hands quickly, feeling guilty for having interupted what i can only infer was a numero dos.

gross.

i don't do that. i'm a lady.



alright. i feel much better having gotten that off my chest. tomorrow is a new day full of a pot of pre-work coffee, water-cooler-water and too many trips to the bathroom.

another thing about the office bathroom is there's a couch in there. in high school (maybe junior high, this is a really stupid anecdote and i'm sorry to waste your time) we used to tell boys that we had a couch in our bathroom. it was a lie. but there really is one at The Post-Star.