Wednesday, July 11

Fever 2

I am shopping in the department store on the HUB lawn. Coming out of a slight trance, I find myself pawing through racks of baby clothes and pull away, disgusted with myself. Then I change my mind, deciding I might find something cute for my cousins' kids. As I walk past one of the checkout counters, I hear a woman say, "Oh is it seven o' clock already? I'm sorry, I didn't realize you would be closing- have you already shut down the registers?"
The chashier responds that no, they haven't shut down the registers, they can still ring up purchases. This is good, I make my way forward with an armful of baby clothes, but then remember that I must have left my jacket in the bathroom. I throw the things down and rush to the bathroom, trying to get there before they close. I run to the last stall and there is my ratty black sweatshirt and sunglasses case, on the shelf above the toilet. I grab them and turn, about to run back out, but the sleeve of the sweatshirt dips in the toilet, and at that moment the automatic flush is activated. I pull on the sweatshirt as it is sucked into the toilet, hoping the arm with not rip off.

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