It's Tuesday night, so right after work, I came to the P&H to hold our table for trivia. I had to go to the bathroom, so I went, and while I was in there I noticed a few things: first, the bathroom is grossly underheated. Secondly, my ex-boyfriend is now immortalized in three separate graffiti incidents, in three different handwriting styles (none of which are mine).
And they're not anything particularly salacious or damning or, hell, interesting, but I can't help but feel a little weird trying to get on with my bathrooming surrounded by fun facts like "Colin and Queequeg have a hatchett [sic] baby".
there's just no privacy anymore,
Kerry
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