Don’t Worry Darling, You Or Your Husband Aren’t My Type
I’m not going to steal him from you despite what you think, I swear
I walk into the bathroom to have every other woman having the same thought as me with a burlesque intermission. The speakeasy music plays in the background and fades as the door opens. I enter to see the legs of women squatting through the small slats from behind the stall door. Two other women squeeze in behind me. The stall door opens, and I’m the first to go into the vacant stall.
“There’s no toilet paper in that one!”
One of the women still standing outside call out.
“Really?”
“Yeah, thought I’d let you know.”
“I’ll just wait then, and I’m not in a hurry.”
I chuckle to myself as women shuffle between each other in the tightness of the bathroom. The one without toilet paper is the largest stall, and I knew to avoid it this time from my first excursion into this bathroom. I make quick business of things and pop outside.
“Your patience is rewarded!”
I quip quickly. I slide into where the next open sink is. The woman next to me has a stunning deep blue geometric long shirt with black pants and boots. I give a nod of approval to her.
