the urinary output of your average racehorse
June 9, 2007The other night I got to the library right after supper. As it happened, I needed to head for the restroom first. There by the door was a little girl, maybe 6 or 7, cowering in great discomfort. ‘It’s locked’, she said. Not being of clear mind, I nodded and backed up. After a few seconds I remembered that this restroom was a 3-seater.
By now, the child had covered her lower quarters with her hands, and was making whimpering noises. ‘I really got to go,’ she said, ‘I mean, I GOT to go real soon!’
I turned the door handle - there was no one inside. I adjusted my cape, and let her through.
Which brings us to the subject of the day, one I’m sure that has been puzzling readers for some time.
