Today in the Women's Bathroom
A meticulously coiffed, middle-aged, strawberry blond woman stood in front of the mirror above the sink adjusting and readjusting her clangy gold chain belt around the waist of her black cowl neck sweater. She had rubber bands around her right wrist. I imagined that when she got back to her office she would forget to put the rubber bands back on the rubber band ball that sat on her desk. They would be there until the end of the day. She wouldn't realize the rubber bands were still on her person until well after she got home and started on the tuna casserole and her oldest son trudged home from hockey practice. I wanted her name to be Sue Ann. I peed while she perfected her chain belt situation and walked out.
