Early this morning I hustled up to the ladies restroom
here at camp. When I set foot in the door, I was greeted
with the familiar smell of coffee brewing. After leaving the stall,
I noticed a lady, standing at the sink, leaning into the mirror.
She was rubbing under her eyes. I spotted a small coffee pot plugged in.
“It’s espresso brew.” She said. “It’s worth every minute.
“Yes, yes” I agreed with her. I washed my hands, as she unplugged her little
red pot. “It’s my luxury.” she said, while sweeping her hands around,
in a panoramic way. I nodded to her as she protectively wrapped her hands
around her pot and left the facilities.
What a delightful bathroom encounter! : D