I swear, I was so close to doing the pee-dance that when the stall door opened I nearly collided with the guy coming out. It took all the restraint I could muster not to have an accident while I fumbled with my belt and fly. (Mental note: why was this so challenging? Normally I have no problem ripping into the crotch of pants...) I was so absorbed in the sense of relief I was feeling that I almost didn't hear the guy enter the stall next to me. I also almost didn't hear the tell-tale jingle of the keys and the little "pop" of a small plastic ziploc-style bag being opened. Unfortunately, both of these sounds are not unknown to me. In fact, it's rather common to hear on Friday and Saturday nights in some bars.
What I was not expecting to hear, however, was what came next. "Tchk, tchk." My ears pricked up. Did I really just hear that? Then it happened again. "Tchk," followed by a deep inhale. I stopped pissing so fast and had barely buckled my belt when I tore out of that stall. Thankfully the bathroom was now empty so that no one saw the panicked look in my eyes. I mean, really. Since when is it ok to smoke crystal meth in a bathroom stall?!?
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