The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

I stood at the bar patiently and by now it was heaving. I was going to lose my
seat. I could feel it. All these Johnny come lately’s. I tried to grab the
bartender’s attention.
Fuck.
I was hopping around now and even throwing in a little jig as I tried to hold
myself threw my pocket. I felt my left eye beginning to twitch and spied a tree
outside. I could go but I’d never be allowed back.
What was I supposed to do?
I started to edge out of the bar. No big strides just in case.
Another round of twitching and jiggling.
“There is a bathroom outside and round the corner on the right.” A round and
smiley woman told me.
I nodded to her and waited for her to waddle past before bursting out the doors
and to my right.
“Golden.” I half sighed as I spotted the little man in the middle of the blue circle
on the white door.
The relief was palpable. The stream didn’t want to end, so I just let it flow.
Finally the storm river turned into a few drops and then everything was dry and
the sun was out.