Jan 6, 2008


You excuse yourself from the table to use to restroom at brunch. It's a nice restaurant. It's a nice day.

As it is prone to do, the toilet decides to overflow. You frantically plunge it into submission with whatever weapon you can find, in this case a filthy toilet brush. You wash yourself off as best you can, mop your forehead and open the door, which faces straight into the dining room.

Still red faced with exertion and embarrassment, your shoes still a bit moist with toilet water, you walk right into a guy with whom you'd been on a one time date, someone who told you that you were "too old" for him ten or so years ago, when he was your age now.

You apologize and skulk past him, hoping not to be dragging a bit of toilet paper from your shoe and drink your tea.

At least this time you don't have to listen to an hour of mindless small talk before the embarrassment sets in, right?

5 comments:

joe*to*hell said...

hopefully there was some fecal matter on your shoe that somehow made its way onto him

jason said...

Prolly so.
Thanks for reminding me.

Silly Monkey said...

So did he recognize you? Were you on a date this time?

jason said...

No, he didn't, I'm pretty sure...
and No (alas?)

Elizabeth said...

This is one of the joys of having moved to a place where none of the guys I dated live! (On the other hand, I have to live in a place where none of the guys I dated when I lived in CA would ever WANT to live.....) Anyway, ick for you.