Stalled

Hungry and hurried, I ate a convenience store sandwich late Sunday night. My digestive system did not take kindly to that decision. Compounding my consternation was the requirement to regularly run to the men's room down the hall at my new day job. Until now, all of my gigs had offered private facilities. The need to conduct urgent and unpleasant business in the company of strangers has required the mastery of a new life skill.