" After about half an hour I give up, thinking he must have stumbled home, when I find him. I'm in the girls' toilets, washing my hands, and I hear drunken poetry being recited from the end stall.
I walk down to it, push open the door, and there he is, lying on the ground, his head between the wall and the bowl. "Do you mind? I'm having a private moment here, Rachel."
I crouch on the floor beside him. "Here's a tip for a private moment: don't have it on the floor of the girls' toilets."
"The girls?" he asks.
"The added extras didn't give it away?"
He lifts his head and squints at the unit in the opposite corner. "Not a mailbox?"
"Not a mailbox, Henry," I say as I try, unsuccessfully, to haul him into a standing position. "
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I crouch on the floor beside him. "Here's a tip for a private moment: don't have it on the floor of the girls' toilets."
"The girls?" he asks.
"The added extras didn't give it away?"
He lifts his head and squints at the unit in the opposite corner. "Not a mailbox?"
"Not a mailbox, Henry," I say as I try, unsuccessfully, to haul him into a standing position." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>