So, she said; she had the need. She said, “while I was singing, I saw her look at me.” I instantly thought, “She knows I’m good.” And I continued to sing.”
The guy just shrugged, his shoulders rose and his eyes may have disappeared, not sure, but he shook his head.
She squinted with a look of disapproval, then spoke. “But I started filling up with phlegm, needing to force the words still nobody complained.”
The look on her face hearing him reply was priceless. She actually put her hand on her hip as the one brow went sky-high hearing him tell her, “don’t fret yourself about it, they are all to drunk to notice.”
Of course, me, myself, I, happened to be sitting close enough to hear it all without drawing my ear in their direction; they were not quiet. But I laughed. Not a small laugh nor a throat tittle, but a loud(caught off guard Bahahaha, ha ha ha, snort laugh!! YES. I tried to stop with my rude outburst thinking…”how would they know I was laughing at them? How could they know?” Well, they questioned me anyways, where I spoke saying, “no, no. I just heard something funny, to me,” then I picked up my cell phone, hoping they ignored me. But they didn’t! She started blabbing.
I don’t have time for that.
I told them I had to use the rest room, asking to point the way; there just is something, about squabbling, that I have no interest in. however, I had to giggle myself to the washroom. YES. I pretended to be chatting on my phone. “Hey.”Interrupted by her shirking voice, “no, come on, you are laughing at me.”
At this point I turned to the pensive whining. “Wait. Wait.” Then it hit me. Something about the quiet, his quiet alerted me to say something, anything, knowing while I sit and relieve myself, she would be outside the door waiting for my response. Oh bother.
I stopped in my tracks holding onto the washroom door knob taking seconds to think. To say the proper line of defence, on my part, then said. “So, he could hear you choking on phlegm and struggling to sing in tune. Good paying attention to you. That’s pretty lucky to have someone that listens to you. That’s all.” I went quickly through the entrance to where the toilets were. I felt relief wash down over me, giving a deep sigh. But nope. “Some people man.” I thought, as she was still behind me, then I smiled. Thank the Lord for grateful people. Before she could open her mouth, this happy person came right up to us, telling the girl, how great of a singer she was. I made my escape locking the door behind me.
So, now I tell myself to flush the toilet and wash my hands. But something takes over my thoughts and ask, “ why do I have to wash my hands? All I did was stand here. And just like that the answer came. “They don’t know you did not use the toilet silly, wash your hands.” So I did. I flushed, washed my hands, dried them and opened the door. A small yelp escaped my mouth as she was standing there. My eyes darted side to side seeing the woman, was still tossing praises at the singer girl, now herself, looking like she needed a safe route lol.
Wait. Wait. What comes around goes around right? Right. I gave a polite nod of my happy head to her pleating eyes, then proceeded to get lost in the crowd. lol. I snickered to myself.
The End.
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