So I enter the stall fully aware that the adjacent stall is occupied. I can hear scurrying sounds, like she's rummaging through her purse. My floor view shows me she's wearing sandals, nothing unusual about this. It's been in the high eighties and low nineties here - super, super sweet! Anyway, the rustling continues and the left foot disappears. It momentarily returns with strips of TP between each toe. It disappears again and reappears with a fresh coat of nail polish. So began my Thursday morning.
Now, please know that we have an area where you can sit and paint your toe/finger nails to your heart's content. We have electrical outlets for you to blow dry your hair even, so the balancing act in the stall is quite unnecessary.
My thoughts return to the present and the sound of her nail polish slipping off her leg(?), breaking and splattering on the floor. She now has three toenails on the left foot painted a hot red. Now would have been a good time for a camera phone!
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