The LARGE woman entered the "Fancy Dancy" restaurant and asked the MALE Maitre d' if she could use the washroom.
”I'm sorry Miss, bathrooms are only for customers,” the Maitre d' hissed (because he was a fuck!).
“She’s with me,” I shouted, standing with fists on hips. The woman’s bull head turned towards my table. “Don’t worry dear,” I said quickly “I’ll wait for you while you go poo-poo.” She mouthed a
thank you and lumbered towards the washroom.
Watching her large ass disappear behind the bathroom door, I knew I was going to get laid tonight (with
Litcube's mom).
#22
Found Mrs. Harrington's cat on 234th street. Brought it to her on a shovel so she could do a proper burial.
#24
Sat in front of Karabela's Deli for 20 minutes warning people about trichinosis infections.
1)By the Maitre d's hissing I wanted the reader to get the idea that this is a 'fancy dancy' restaurant and the Maitre d' is an arrogant fuck.
2) The Narrator stood up to bring attention to himself. Like a superhero would, with no arms or legs, getting up in the morning.
3) There is only one woman in the story and that's the woman who's asking to go to the washroom. The Maitre d' was never given a gender. I did this to avoid confusion. I failed.
4) What the Fuck is right. What the fuck.