"Mister, can I go to the bathroom?"
"Yeah, did you finish your warmup though?"
"Please, I have to pee."
"Ok, go. Write a pass."
He didn't write a pass. He also didn't think I saw it but I did. As Christian turned to go out the door, he tried to shift the open Coke can from being hidden behind his body to being hidden in front of his body. Why would he need to take a Coke to the bathroom?
"God damnit," I thought.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
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