misbehaving in public restrooms
There was once a time in my life where misbehaving in public restrooms would have involved one of those filthy lavvies at CBGB, a hard-living young man, and more alcohol than sense inside both of us. Now it means using more than my allotted time inside the restroom at the yarn store. I didn't even bother to undo my bun and let my hair down. Jeebus.
Bunni seems to think that a week in Paris will cure what ails me. This is why she is the college professor and I am the desk monkey at the box factory. ;)