Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Bathroom Monologue: Something you've probably never seen in a book before
Jim waved as the ticket taker came up. "Good afternoon," he said. Then his eyebrows rose. Of course, it wasn't afternoon. It was 7:00 in the darned morning, but Jim had so often slept 'till noon that he was wholly out of practice at saying anything other than 'Good afternoon' or 'Good night.' "Sorry," he apologized and held out his ticket, "It's actually 'good morning.'"