I'm in a hospital and I'm dressed smart, so I'm thinking that I must be a doctor or consultant, but I'm not sure. I could also be a patient. I try to work it out by the way others look at me.
I head to the toilet and find that the urinal - used by both men and women - is overflowing. I position myself at the urinal, trying not to get my shoes wet, when an old woman pushes me out of the way and dives into the massive puddle of overflowing water as if it's a public swimming pool. Another woman dives in. And another.
They are in red and blue swimming caps, swimsuits and bikinis, splashing around in the piss water and squealing with joy, submerged up to their shoulders.
I take a piss.
I see M* and T*. M* is a consultant, but he's more interested in getting out of here and driving his car than being around sick people. They're gross. T* is a sick person.
Notes: Was thinking about which shirt to wear for the first day back to school tomorrow having been used to T-shirts and no shirts. Writing to T* is on my mind. M* really is a consultant. The girls went swimming yesterday. Mom's shower cap is in the girl's bathroom.
ReplyDeleteA couple of days ago, Monica commented on a guy pissing like a superhero into the bushes and we had a conversation - yes, we did - about pissing in public and why boys stand like superheros when they do it and why this particular superhero thought it was okay to do so right next to the main road.
Sync: This dream inspired me to wear a shirt and shoes when taking Monica for her first day at a new school. It was like an unconscious practice for dressing smart; my mind had flitted to and from the subject during the day.
I'll save the dirty shorts and sandals for the second day. And the Mr Blobby outfit for end of the week.