It's 6 or so in the morning, and this amazingly sexy man comes walking through the lobby. He pauses in front of the counter to look at the television behind me, and I'm trying not to stare. He's tall, shaggy dark hair, thin and muscled...he's total eye candy.
I'm praying he looks my way. The butterflies are taking over my insides. I risk a glance over and...
The ice drawer behind me leaks its periodic melted ice into a half-filled bucket below, filling the lobby with a good 10 seconds or so of the exact sound of peeing in a toilet. I shuffle around, in part to prove I'm not peeing on the floor. Sexy man promptly leaves.
Damn you, ice drawer, damn you.
-Wednesday
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