Growth Spurt

Public Fun

By: Growth Spurt (30 Apr 2007, Monday)

Margaret shifted her weight, a carefully neutral expression on her face. She tugged at my sleeve and I leaned towards her, feeling the heat of her breath on my ear as she hissed quietly, "Let's get out of here. I'm not gonna make it if this queue keeps stalling like this." I nodded. The queue to the loos was truly impressive; people in various stages of discomfort were watching their places like hawks to ensure a few minutes of privacy in the smelly bluish interior of a porta–potty. Marge and I lined up ten minutes ago and we still were too far from the plastic grails, and when I say "we," I mean my wife, because I for one hadn't been drinking ale. Walking stiffly, Margaret followed me away from the…