Wednesday, September 22, 2010

To the mystery woman in the ladies' room

I heard you flush.
I heard you dress.
I heard you purposefully walk out of the stall (your shoes made a distinct clomping noise).
I heard you stop at the mirror to check your hair.
I heard you open the door and leave.

I DID NOT HEAR YOU WASH YOUR HANDS!

(I'll be listening for that clomping sound all day to suss you out.)

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