I love going to the bathrooms of restaurants, somehow something always happens there. Is a public place yet private, the perfect place for fights, casual sex, misunderstandings, drug, wash hands, etc. Great for a scene from a Tarantino film.
I went to the bathroom to wash my hands of Denny's. A guy who was about to leave I was watching, at least one minute. I tried to take me as much as possible to give him time he left.
I did not want to go, was waiting.
is in these times when you feel the eyes of a stranger in the neck, when you think about worst case scenarios. First I thought the (very carefully) was waiting for me to assail dry your hands. Then I thought that type (not so carefully) was waiting to flirt with me. Neither of the two options I liked, and none of the options offered me out of there without fighting with him, which would mean having to wash my hands again.
Until I said,
-You ride motorcycles? -....
wha?
"Your jacket. Do you ride motorcycles?
"Oh, mmmmm ... no.
-Why not?
-I do not own a motorcycle. Oh -...
.
-Yet.
-Ahaha, oh yeah ... I use to ride. You know, Before the accident ... ... The
fucking accident.
Well, see you around.
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