Looking at me while propping her foot against the women's restroom door and fumbling for a switch: Do you know where the lights are in here?
Following my point behind her shoulder at the corner of the entry, she adds:
I was peeing in the dark.
Laughing politely, I. Then, as an afterthought Not necessarily an unpleasant thing to do, I add, making my own way into the men's.
Dulce et decorum est pro scola micturi.
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