Linda Newman Woito
Iowa City, Iowa Branch
Prudence opened a narrow door and was surprised
she was walking into a closet thinking it was a women’s
bathroom but since she was already holding her legs
tightly together she decided to pull the door closed
and have at it in a little drain that sat in the corner
of the closet below the handy-dandy pull-chain light
and so she did. As she began relieving herself
the light dimmed once then twice and everything
went black including the drain itself which she was
straining to see as she aimed with as steady a stream
as she could manage under the circumstances. Yet
all she could think as she tried to relax was did I lock
the door when I came in, knowing I’d need a moment
of personal privacy. But before she could answer
to her satisfaction the door opened and in walked
a young janitor with a mop and a glass of champagne
in his hand, and soon he was bending over as she
tried to yank up her too-tight jeans in the most
lady-like manner she knew when suddenly the light
came on and she heard him ask: Can I help you Lady?
You lose something Lady? To which she replied
No, not at all in fact I’ve found precisely what I’ve
needed for a long long time and in exactly the right
time place and manner…indeed in the right order
and so she pulled the pull-chain once then twice
and out went the light in time for the next tale
to begin.