The ladies' room.

Earlier this evening, ready to slink out of the almost-empty building after a long day of lessons endured as both student and teacher, I stopped in the bathroom to pee, taking the nearest of the three stalls. My mobile device was already in hand so I could have a little music for the trek home, and I thought, well, since I'm going to be sitting for a moment, why don't I just take a quick look at my blogroll as a little reward for a day well done?

So I did. But somehow I got sucked in (you girls know exactly how that can happen, don't you?), and a quick look quickly turned into a not-so-quick look, and then into a rather long look. Fifteen minutes later, I was still perched comfortably there, until I caught glimpse of the time and realized I'd have to run if I wanted to make the next train.

Reluctantly I tore myself away from blogland and went to stand.

That's when I heard an almost imperceptible noise.

I bent over, head by my ankles, and peered under the stall dividers.

There was someone in the farthest stall.

Someone who had been quietly huddling in that stall while I was quietly perusing blogs in my own.

Someone who had been very patiently waiting for me to leave.

I washed my hands and ran away, giggling fiendishly.

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