Nichole, Please Pick Up Line Number Two

Friday, April 13, 2007

From outside the stall I heard the clickity-clack of a cell phone being dialed and a voice approaching the stall next to mine.

"Hello... is Nichole there?"

There was a short wait as the caller entered the stall and closed the door behind him.

"Hey, what are you doing? Oh cool.... me? I'm about to poop."

He did NOT just say that. Did he?

"To POOP," he enunciated.

He did say it.

"Hey, do you know the best way for me to get in touch with Leo?... Leo... the photographer."

He pulled a sanitary paper seat cover from the dispenser and positioned it.

"I don't know the number, that's why I called you."

He unzipped his pants and sat down.

"Yeah... just now," he laughed. Nichole must have heard the zipper.

He grunted and pooped.

"OK, thanks... talk to you later. I love you."

Who says romance is dead?

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