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the devil is itchy, too.
Dec. 31st, 2002 11:06 amI forgot to mention, the return trip home from Newark airport on Friday:
I'm in the ladies' room of a rest stop somewhere along the NJ Turnpike. It's crowded in here. The stalls smell funny. And there seems to be a small family of Hispanic women in the stall next to me, I can hear them talking to each other. It sounds like there's about twenty females in that stall.
This is a total loss of control Tara kind of moment. The little men what live in my head and keep me from acting up (usually) were apparently asleep at the fucking wheel today.
I lean over, close to the wall that separates my stall and their stall. Crouching down, so my voice will pitch better through the space under them.
¡El diablo está en mis pantalones!
¡El diablo está en mis pantalones!
¡El diablo está en mis pantalones!
Over and over again, with increasing urgency. Then, I start stomping my feet and kind of smacking my hands against the walls of the stall.
The small herd of women in the stall next to me suddenly fall silent. Then, I hear them begin whispering, rapid fire, back and forth. I stand up from my crouch and open my stall door with a big grin on my face. One that I absolutely can't remove, no matter how hard I try. It catches the attention of the Engineer, who is waiting for me outside the ladies' room.
"What did you do?!"
I'm in the ladies' room of a rest stop somewhere along the NJ Turnpike. It's crowded in here. The stalls smell funny. And there seems to be a small family of Hispanic women in the stall next to me, I can hear them talking to each other. It sounds like there's about twenty females in that stall.
This is a total loss of control Tara kind of moment. The little men what live in my head and keep me from acting up (usually) were apparently asleep at the fucking wheel today.
I lean over, close to the wall that separates my stall and their stall. Crouching down, so my voice will pitch better through the space under them.
¡El diablo está en mis pantalones!
¡El diablo está en mis pantalones!
¡El diablo está en mis pantalones!
Over and over again, with increasing urgency. Then, I start stomping my feet and kind of smacking my hands against the walls of the stall.
The small herd of women in the stall next to me suddenly fall silent. Then, I hear them begin whispering, rapid fire, back and forth. I stand up from my crouch and open my stall door with a big grin on my face. One that I absolutely can't remove, no matter how hard I try. It catches the attention of the Engineer, who is waiting for me outside the ladies' room.
"What did you do?!"
