February, 2002.
It was a Saturday. Got the third degree
from the trooper at the security desk. Wanted to know my
business. I said I wanted to look around. He informed me that
the building was closed and that the door was only open
because the secret service were in doing some work, so no,
I would not be able to look around. I turned to leave, and
sensing my opportunity was slipping away asked if there was
any chance I could use the restroom. Glare of death. An
impatient and perturbed silence. Okay but make it fast. *Yes!*
Pinched a quickie and bolted before anybody asked too many
questions.
June 1, 2006.
Successful return engagement. Two floaters (high fat content)
assisted by strong coffee. Short stalls and no door to room.
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