This is the second story in my book Mistaken Identity, part of the free sample available from e-book sellers at the right.
One time when I was visiting Deedee in San Francisco, she took me to the Museum of Modern Art. We drank in the art and culture till we both had to pee and headed for the washroom.
We got into cubicles without incident, but when I exited the stall, there at the mirrors and sinks, and between me and the door, were two women. They were thin and starchy and brittle-looking, and made up with everything sprayed in place. They were busy applying more makeup when they caught sight of me and literally gasped in unison. And horror.
One said, “What are you doing in here? This is the ladies’ washroom.” Continue reading →
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