I have just exchanged a couple of monosyllables with Liz, acting like i barely know her, seeing a look of perplexity and hurt in her eyes. I am trying really hard but this just isnt working. I walk, seething, into the bathroom that looks deserted but isnt. I dont see the feet of someone who is sitting on the crapper until i’ve hit the stall wall so hard it comes loose and falls on whoever is inside. Then i see that the squatter is Michael.
When Michael emerges from the stall he says impassively, Gandhi feeling frustrated?
STFU, i say.
We are both washing our hands when Michael says, Lemme guess. You’re in love with a girl and she’s with another guy.
You can be such a prick, Michael, i sigh.
Come on outside, he says. I have just the thing to elevate your mood.
We both watch as…
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